By J.D. Lancaster
With my mist thick goggles on
I must look a fool;
Floating in the pool,
My face like a lily pad.
I stare straight through the ceiling,
Focus on the glow;
A rainbow halo
From the fringes of the light.
I can almost hear people,
Their voices deepen,
Their words then weaken;
Sounding now like memory.
To be nothing but floating
Is tranquillity,
And such rarity—
In a world where many drown.
J.D. Lancaster is passionate about art, literature and music. Born in the North-East of England, Lancaster features the people and places of the North-East heavily within his writing, aiming to elevate the everyday mundane and to capture its humour and poignancy. Lancaster has a degree in Illustration and Design and is currently working as a Graphic Designer in Ireland.
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