Cover by Massimo Virgilio

Poem of the Week | Under the Blankets by Hon Corbett

Like an under whisked meringue 

the downy duvet lies flat 

over our mountainous range

but wriggling fingers pull at

the now slowly rippling surface.

Its snowcapped peaks melting

into marshmallow clouds

like a windless ship’s sail sinks 

to rise again. 

Stark and sun-bleached

making shade for our sleepy sloop

as our bare bottoms 

pink as peaches –

and the same shape too

wriggle downwards and

press heavily into the 

Genoise mattress. 

We stretch our tarp taut overhead 

and giggling under our canopy 

we hide.


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