Bathed in Light

Mike Doherty's poem, "Bathed in Light," was originally published in Short Edition’s September '19 Rendez-Vous. Mike is a retired Mental Health Nurse with 50% Gaelic blood. Words and the power of meanings behind them have been his life and love. Free time leads him to Poetry late in life.

I dropped 
an
ice cube 
into
the sea
which sort 
of replied 
as if to
say
you haven't
made much 
impression
on me
So
I threw 
a twig
into a 
wood and
thought
to myself
that will 
change
things 
around,
yet it 
still looked
the same, 
couldn't
even
hear a
sound
So
I climbed 
a high hill
and shouted 
real loud 
at the world
to stop, 
but it just
kept turning 
round and round
and turning 
the sun
on 
and 
off
and then a
little loving kiss
on the sweet neck
of my lover
lit up a warm
light and
we were 
bathed in it.

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