I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

7 April 2012

Invalid

Noises off.
Has he fallen?
Dropped something vital?
She runs to the bedroom.
It seems he has just been
turning noisily.

He scowls
brandishing his hot water bottle.
She receives it
from his outstretched hand
and exits,
heading for the kitchen.

Returning it refilled
she shoves it at him abruptly.
He hunkers down in the bed
closing his eyes.
She sighs, and rolls hers.

April PAD Challenge #7: A wordless interaction

1 comment:

  1. Speaking from my point of view and looking back over my last 3 years with my husband the first statement says it all in a nutshell.

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