There
have always been opportunities for hospital poems (unfortunately) but I’m
usually quite reluctant. It’s either too close to home or too voyeuristic.
But here
I am three days a week for the foreseeable and there’s nothing else for it.
They’ll be scribbles and drafts and micro poems and prose poems and they might
just skim over the surface … that issue of invading other people’s challenges
or grief.
So
anyway here’s another hospital poem for what it’s worth. Last Saturday I
noticed a weekend pattern of visitors arriving in groups, sometimes with all the
generations in tow. The atmosphere brightened.
If
inclined, click on the Hospital Poem label in the right hand menu for others. May
your own hospital visits be joyous occasions.
SATURDAY POEM
They steer in their elders
feet cosy in wool slippers
shawls fussed around
dressing gown shoulders
spectacles whipped from ears
or hoisted back up the nose
with a gentle finger tip
Cappuccinos
hot chocolates
vinegary chips
children with butterfly faces
a family grouped at every table
a smile at every wheelchair
Saturday afternoons
are always different
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