Disappearing catch

They rush around in blue and white People crying Pain and sorrow Healing and heartache Waiting waiting waiting The patients are an endless sea Nurses the disappearing catch Soon the sea will be empty of catch and patients cut adrift to drown amongst themselves Growing ever vaster.

Frail

Looking pale Body failing Operated on slowly healing Hair white Bed pan in sight Up at night no delight Nurses fussing Feel ignored Sleep all day Soon get bored Unsure what else life has to offer Not quite sure why they bother Keep on smiling Say the right things Don’t complain Made of stronger things.

Leaf

Written by Faye Firth   As I feel my life drain away My essence begin to crisp No longer soft to touch  Falling down amongst my kin Carried by unseen… Leaf

Music blaring

But not in my room From the teens upstairs Ratatatta tata tat boom boom Ratatatta tata tat boom boom ‘Alexa!’ ‘Turn it down!’ Alexa can’t hear me over the drum and bass sound.

Watching

He sat by the window Desperate to get outside He couldn’t work the handles on the doors inside Relying on others when he couldn’t speak His only way of communication was barking or a squeak The world kept walking by But the glass panel was in the way He only wanted to greet people And

Evil Next Door

Written by Faye Firth   As her neighbor stalked the hallways Put poison in her milk The authorities could do nothing No evidence they would chink She… Evil Next Door

The Perfect Mundane

Written by Faye Firth   Crisp white sheets A heavy duvet The deep breathing of a loved one so close The darkness and peace  Surrounding the … The Perfect Mundane This is me ❤️

The Funeral

The coffin gently lowered Earth awaiting its delight Petals scattered over as though to better scent the dead As mourning clothes are gathered Final prayers spoke Hands hold each other tightly Minds numb, limbs cold.

Cat Lady

She awakens covered in heavy little bodies All giving off a little heat They stretch and purr as she pulls on her own furs and she steps over them to give them treats Hundreds of tiny paws race at the sound of the crinkle of the packet and she sits with a drink and a

Stable Days

Cold air brushes pink cheeks as boots slap the concrete and the whiney of the Oldenburgh echoes through the stable door, As hay nets are gathered and weighed and stray strands are pulled from wayward hair, the ice gathers on the metal roofs and rain patters like musical chimes, Stables need cleaning and hoofs picking,