Two poems by Sarah Hymas

    Whale-boned Corset and Other Relics How I loved the net flaring around my thighs, blue smocking smoky organza into fingertip deep slots of mussel black nibbling my chest. The power of an unscrutinised body. I was the dress. And so, the loch biting my arms as I exalt its sting of marbled August, cutting my fingers as they pull through resisting cold—remote luxury … Continue reading Two poems by Sarah Hymas