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?