Tag Archives: Poetry

Waiting room poetry

Last week I spent a lot of time in a hospital, most of it waiting, with a friend. I fell behind on many things as a result, but I’m pleased to have found something to show for all those hours.

On the ward at Mercy Hospital

They believe they are caring for you as they attend the fading
needs of your body, wash you, move your hollowed
limbs. But in truth, it is you who ministers
to them: you are translucent, radiant with grace that streams through
your papery skin to bathe them where they stand, sheltered
beneath the powerful sweep of your wings.


Weather poetry

More than once today a gust of wind ripped the car door from my grasp as I opened it. Luckily, I wasn’t next to another car on any of those occasions.

Weather advisory

the winds of March have come
early to clear the trees of old
leaves and dead wood and push
the stale pestilence of winter
ahead of them, leaving
hope in their wake