Conference

 


They gave us statistics in the morning,
overhead transparencies,

topographies of adolescent cancer.
Landmarks of suffering were mere microdots on a map;

graphs ascended survival, (mortality shaded out),
scaled down to so few per fall-out of reprieve,

so few, when our wards contained so many,
brothers, sisters, not much younger than ourselves.

Mortality glared round the door after lunch,
brushed past us to the platform,

sat down amongst the flowers and curtains.
A chaplain stood up to speak,

outside a song thrush warbled,
led us back to our wards, dimming the lights,

to the Botticelli girl who collected china cats,
(fauve-eyed repositories of sorrow for a bedroom shrine);

or to the glittering boy, who’d still win,
(if he logged it all in a diary they’d find);

to beds we should sit on, waiting for sleep not to come,
a hug the slightest touch away.

The bird went quiet, filling the hall with silence.
The chaplain sat down.

Moving out of the curtains, a mother and father spoke,
erected before us a house of hope for a child:

windows to walk past without a shudder,
sills for china cats, a garden for a warbling bird.

The glare had softened to a primrose smile.
We had taken no notes, but our training was complete.

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© Nemo 2020
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Mikeverdi

Oh so difficult to read Gerald, life in the raw. I remember asking a young nurse lecturing me on my situation, asking her ‘ How can you know how I feel’ I felt guilty but it’s true. More should be done to bring the two together, meet and discuss. Great writing as always.
Mike

TheRecluse

Yes, brilliant poetry, Gerald, could only come from personal experience and your skill at capturing the very essence of this extremely trying situation in so few words. I think the use of couplets allows the reader to spend more time with each line and to take in the carefully worded meaning of each. As Mike says. great writing as always from your pen.
Trevor

TheRecluse

Well, that can’t be bad, we have our youngest daughter home from London for 11 days, which always leaves a warm feeling, seeing and hearing sh’e so happy, and not just from messages when away, to stop us worrying. I hope you enjoy living in your new home. There’s three things about Sweden that make life here enjoyable when most of the family now live in England: the vast, quiet, wild and beautiful landscape, the lively, relatively small University city when social life calls, and the fact that Swedes respect other people’s privacy and need of solitude, they’re an unobtrusive… Read more »

Jolen

A beautifully tragic and accomplished piece of work here.
blessings,
jolen

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