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Lady in the Bath – Poem by Ian Parks

Poem written after being inspired by Liz’s painting

It might be Ophelia but she she’s smiling as she dies, her white arm falling limply from the rim. It might be the Lady of the Lake except she’s shed her samite gown.

and, stepping from it, left it on the floor. Or is she a lost mermaid hanging back her seaweed hair, discovered panting at low tide

and dragged to safety from the shore? The bath itself is luminous and deeper than we think; the walls transparent, shimmering.

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