Saturday, 17 March 2018

From the Sick Bed

The Sick Bed

Your feet create shadows on the bed
seen at this angle, rumpled
by your night's turning.
Pillows aschew. Books upended.
Clothes- wreckage -strewn.
The hot water bottle cold.
And even your hand dragging
a shadow with it as you write this.
Potions and rubs and tablets your daily fare.
And outside- Snow and Silence and Spring suspended.

1 comment:

  1. I like this one very much! Were you sick during the last snow?