It’s a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.

I’m not a prude, but it always shocks me – mainly because I’m nowhere near confident enough to strip off in changing rooms, and I tend to forget other people are.

Shock gives way to admiration, always. I’m forever impressed by these women who bare all. Because it is the most natural thing in the world. Why wouldn’t they?

But it was a shock, all the same, after a long old fully-clothed day.

So naturally, I wrote a short poem about it on my phone, while I sat and span round and round to the beats of a random workout playlist on Spotify.

Sadly, I feel like I have to add a caveat: this is not poking fun, or meant to shame. It’s about a moment of beauty in the middle of a most normal day-to-day routine.

 

 

[Changing] Room With A View

I saw you naked
standing there
in your alabaster glory.
Pert and plump and bold as brass
not caring I could see your ass.

I didn’t stop and
didn’t stare
but in the corner of my eye,
I caught the light of a full moon
there in the ladies changing room.

Jo Fisher

READ MORE OF MY POETRY:

• Building Up To This
• Waking Up With Depression
• Honest Haiku: Thirteen
• Street Dreams
• The Potential
• Places I’ve Talked
• Daffodil