There are spirits in my shower.

Every time I take a shower
They are there, I do not cower

I hear the spirits
Speaking in my head,

Like long lost
Poet's amongst the dead,

I write the words
They're dying to speak,

my shower wonderful
never bleak,

I do often wonder
though never detest

if ever Edgar Allan Poe
has seen my breasts,

I bathe amongst the spirits
some the very best,

It is I who strives to be
Everlasting in vulnerability,

although it's kind of funny
this naked humility,

the dead poets are sharing
their masterful ability,

in their moment of power
when I am most naked
In the shower.

nardine Sanderson 13/10/2015.