My poetic inspiration today has come from a week of twisting myself into weird positions to view and photograph the lovely marks left on my thighs. AI is mean in so many ways ;)


I spy

Bruise on thigh.

In the mirror,

Or on a screen,

Pretty colours

Change and bleed.

I spy

Bending down.

Thrice a day,

Twisting round,

Thigh mark selfies,

All the way!

I spy


With lustful gaze,


All the joyful pain,

That made the colours blaze.