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George Buckley
Poems
Jul 2019
Whirlpool
It starts like a spinning top
Hypnotically spirals
Then it swirls
Round like a hurricane
I look into the eye of the storm
It seems to smoulder
Delicate and warm
Yet distant
Unstoppable and yet serene
The vortex drowning my thoughts
Swirling me round
A turbulent sea
But I feel also peaceful
Overcome with serenity
Harmonious music
Drunk on its melody
Does it draw me
Towards rocks or bliss?
This shimmering cocktail
Sweet and heady
Why is everything so hazy?
Is it steam?
Is that a swirling bath?
An aromatic lagoon
Stirred by a gentle hand
Soft skin and porcelain
Inviting me in
Beckoning me in
Does it invite me
Or does the door close?
Leaving me indignant
And alone in the dark
Like a ballerina
Ever faster, ever lighter
Seeming as if to rise
With each revolution
Up and up it goes
Swirling and swirling
Now slower and slower
As it quietly dissipates
It circles now above me
Finned silhouettes overhead
Swimming around and around
I hope theyβre not sharks.
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#whirlpool
#water
#fear
#overwhelming
#intoxication
Written by
George Buckley
32/M/Aberdeen
(32/M/Aberdeen)
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