Some of This Is True
Sun comes out, my body opens
all its folding doors, its windows.
Sun comes out, my body floats –
like feather, cirrus, floats across the grass.
Sun comes out. Under the apple tree
in the hammock, my body lays me down.
Sun comes out, my body sighs –
or purrs maybe – yes purrs.
My love returning home comes wandering
to where my body stretches out..
He brings me mango juice
brings plump black cherries.
He strokes the fur on my arm.
Chrissy Banks lives in Exeter and co-hosts Uncut Poets. The Uninvited is available from Indigo Dreams and Frank, from Smith/Doorstop. She won third prize in the Bridport Poetry Competition 2024. She has been published in Penumbra, Frosted Fire and Under the Radar.