In Honour of National Poetry Day: Hippos

Glistening hippos float about like chocolate
bumping into everything. They’re you.
I don’t know what’s come over me.
I do. For three days now
I’ve been on the straight and narrow.
I come indoors. To what?
To thoughts of you: veiled hippopotami
trying to be invisible, romping
with their eyes closed in my bedroom.

– Selima Hill


About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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