Autumnal beginnings

After a work-induced hiatus we are back! We will be bringing unique literature and art to a bathroom near you (currently Brighton, Edinburgh and Glasgow-we have yet to conquer the north of England).

Keep on eye on this page for some exciting social media updates.  As always, we’d love to see anything that you have to send us, be it poetry, short stories or illustration. (Just send us a little email at bathruminations@gmail.com)

Here’s some from the latest publication, Volume 2, Issue 1.

Toast

Take my love

Like a piece of bread

Put it in a toaster

Then leave and forget

 

Watch it grow black

Try scraping the burnt

Eat what is left

It’s all you deserve. 

bathruminations

Dove

A dove sinks through the air.

like a little boat,

lost in the ocean with a hole in its side.

A languid storm torments her,

slowly and silently,

until the beauty in her body is run out by grey.

Light from her face is dwindled to a shadow,

a hollow frame,

and each bone is standing high

– out of place.

Yet, through the cold she flies

to a hill where time stops

and she bathes in a pool of silence.

A fleeting moment of peace dances in winter twilight,

and forgotten

is the perpetual creep towards an ashen flood.

For a stolen second grey fades

and life saturates:

there is light. And it triumphs.

But too soon the evening tide must pull her away,

feather by feather,

clawing, until she sinks, bare, into a dark sea of stone.

Her eyes glaze open in a search for sleep,

and tortured by vague sentience:

she floats, transient and motionless in a calm panic.

With cruel ease, the night greets the dove:

he takes her

piece

by

piece

then

all at once.

The ochre brush of her life, in time, is short

but she leaves a drop

golden and beautiful in a swelling sea of grey.

And that is how the dove

lost her flight.

In memory of Katy Dove 1970-2015