Drawing by Judith Wolfe
David Eggleton

Poem


      Poem for the Sunburnt

      Skin of tide-watchers,
      skin of towel-flickers,
      skin of surfers' flexing toes,
      skin of curling hands in rows,
      skin of feet scrunched in sand.

      Skin needing salves and cool creams,
      skin sleepy with daydreams,
      skin smoothed with emulsions,
      skin bitten, sweaty with compulsions.

      Skin of nosey noses, skin of chucked chins,
      skin of pink rashes, of twisted grins.
      Skin of the tanned, skin of the bold,
      skin bare-templed, saggy and old.

      Skin wave-drenched,
      skin salt-prickled, cold-blenched,
      skin whose freckles ignite,
      skin brushed with evening light.

      Skin soft with imprints
      from elastic of togs,
      skin hard with scars
      curving over and down,
      skin pure as elements
      deep in the ground,
      skin that yearns,
      skin that burns.


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