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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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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