Poem by Charlotte Oliver: Afterwards

He gets up and goes into the bathroom,

I lie there 
		

                         window breeze on my eye-lids




still as painting now			my breath not enough to steam a mirror	




I think of all women through the ages who have lain still like this
afterwards





                     caught on canvas or memory 
or lost now



empty and free

                                                                filling that moment




feet warm at last

Bio: Charlotte Oliver is a writer who lives in Scarborough, Yorkshire. She was the commissioned poet for BBC Radio York’s Make a Difference campaign and her work have been published widely. She has poems upcoming in Cape Magazine’s Bitches Get Stuff Done, Green Teeth’s Yorkshire Anthology, Black Bough’s Winter edition and Ice Floe’s Pandemic Love Anthology.
She tweets at @charlotteolivr

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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