Shelley Memorial Prize Poetry Competition 2022
Third prize
Yellow pufferfish at bath time
swallowing swathes of bubbles,
when I spray you over my son’s curls
you spit waterfalls:
inflate memories greater than Yosemite
Falls. Here I float
the finest photographs. Then
close my phone to splash
you, rubber pufferfish, our bath
buoy, drifting through shampoo.
When we were at friends’
in California, we fished
you from their garden pool believing
that you were ours,
but as bath time tunes begin
again at home in the UK, we discover
we now have two. One more
waterfall to wish
at for that one evening
before we post you back
to San Francisco, to paddle
adventures there, with different
kids; bobbing through
birthdays, Sunday afternoons. A souvenir
of our trip, from bath back to pool,
you return like summer.
Chris Campbell