Swimming at Hampstead Heath

 We weren't the Famous Five
 but we tried.
 Impaled on a fence
 I, 'infertile', smiled widely,
 to hide my embarrassment
 and later, pasty thighs
 and an unkempt bikini line.
 My body rebelled
 poking out below the water
 a reminder
 I was neither fish nor child
 but too big for this pond.
 And when we got out,
 gasping for breaths bigger
 than our mouths could hold
 the cold nestled
 like a sleeping cat
 at the base of our spines
 rat-tailed-hair dripping down goosepimpled backs,
 it felt like ten years had past.

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