"Brand new (almost)" by Hannah Stephings
I come out of the water, gleaming, panting
and try to leave you far out
at the sea
amongst the foam and fishing boats.
out on the pebbled shore, swaddled in a rough, peach towel
I’m cleaner, brighter,
brand new (almost)
And for a few moments it feels like
the beginning of the world.
Day by day, I’m being worn down
reshaped and polished
like a shard of sea-glass
quietly becoming another thing
Hannah Stephings is a poet and freelance writer, living in Edinburgh. Her work has previously appeared in The Mark Literary Review, Loft Books Anthology and Heroica amongst other publications. When her nose isn't in a book, she's often lost in the trails or attempting a handstand.