Saturday, December 10, 2005

Ward Fourteen - York District Hospital

This will be my last podcast for a little while - but the blog continues here.




Place of smells and silence

Of faces and paper

A haze of care


Lift The Patient

The Patient Is Lifted


Handflighted into bed

I can't resist


Lift The Patient

The Patient Is Lifted


Sink featherlight forever into sheets

Drift into conversations with someone.


In the rain

Two fat pigeons snuggle in.


I perch to shit on a tea tray

In the night count drips of saline

Invaded by fear

Memories of blood and light.


The old man in the bed next door shouts " Joanna!"

At least I think it was him.