To be placed where Helios strikes down on me—
where their power makes me unable to see,
I fear my skin might bubble from this beam:
I then retrieve for myself a mighty cream.
*
When Sunna’s wings don’t cast a shade,
nor give any respite—the winds of change,
I take care to know that I have what I need—
I slather it on as I must take heed.
*
And as ancient Arev hints at immortality,
while reminding me of my reality,
I feel this divine light submerge our in-between.
I thank the gods for the shield of Sunscreen.
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K. Kocheryan
I write, delete, write, and on most days, delete again.
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Comments (2)
Nice work!
In the brutal British cold that I am in right now, I sooo appreciate this poem full of warmth. Wrapped myself up in it from first line. Thank you so much for sharing! Love your bio too by the way 🙃