Bones are surprisigly
difficult to keep clean,
turns out white wasn't
the best choice for beings
without skin. A search
brought me years ago
to a distant island spa
for bones- a pink lake
surrounded by a rim
of sand for scraping feet
and a dense woodland
of paperbark trees
against which to rub.
Salt crusts cover
the shoreline and whiten
stained bones.
The flattering pink color
might come from
organisms
(that don't harm)
or might arise from a dye,
but we choose not to use
that word, what with it being
a spa. Pink draws
the ladies though. They carry
home clear pink water
in necklace amulets
that catch the interest
of friends and spread
the word. Bones
worldwide come.
The bright pink
lends an appropriate
The bright pink
lends an appropriate
other- worldly air, the pratical
aspects of bone care
are tended to while
peer to peer contact
is facilitated. A whole
package solution.
For Hannah at Real Toads who has us writing about Lake Hillier, a bubble gum pink lake that sparked this (much) lighter tone in my bone poems series.