The Playground

a poem

Image by Vika Strawberrika on Unsplash

The curl of steam around my lips
the liquid that slips down my throat
leaving a trail of heat to mark its path
the gentle rhythm of the swing
the squeak of its hinges
a background to my dazed thoughts

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ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE

ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE

Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.

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