Sylvia wrote of the panacea effect.
A hot bath cures all. Emptied tank.
Scald your senses back to life.
White artex skies; blooming since
the summer of ’93 when Mum balanced
on stepladders with a full womb.
Heavy in a flood of august heat.
shampoo soup and mermaid games.
Drying off by a fan heater spitting out
In winter, mould swells in corners and
the outside wall sweats. Breathes of seventy-seven
years. Steam curls out from hot wet skin.
And the water beats to the drum of
my pulse. Da-dum in my throat.
Now da-dum in my ears.
Written what feels like a lifetime ago now, in 2013.