A&E
Clothes placed on
A plastic chair
One shoe on top
The other isn’t there
Bones creak
And lungs groan
Skin blushes blue
As the old queen
Struggles to sit
On her throne
‘Where is my book,
hand bag and purse?
Is it dark outside?
How does it all work?’
‘It’s dark?
Curtains are open
Without a light
They’ll know, you know
Please draw them
On your way home
And put on a light’
‘When am I coming home’, she sighs,
Have they said?’
‘Soon, I say’, ‘soon’
As I stroke her head
With no hands there
To soothe or calm
Another hand
Stroked her head
Out of hours,
In the dark
Clothes placed on
A plastic chair
She doesn’t need them now
She isn’t there.
Lynn Hamilton - 29th July 2013
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 18th Apr 2015 12:23
Intimacy of the mundane is great poetic material. You capture it well. Also the rippling effect of a single potent image.