She doesn’t know quite how it has happened
but she has fallen under the sea.
Everything is the same: the same four walls,
the bed and the desk in the corner
except they are all blue now
and there is seaweed in the vases.
She tries to go about her normal business
but it’s getting harder to breathe.
Ah, she thinks, I need gills,
and opens her throat with a seashell.
When her mother screams in the morning, there is
a harsh inexplicable tang of salt.
Annie Brechin has been published in The Wolf, Stand, Magma, Rising, B O D Y, Paris Lit Up and others. In 2003 she was awarded a Jerwood/Arvon Young Poets Apprenticeship. Former Poetry Editor for The Prague Revue, she moved from Paris to Dubai last year.