The prompt is to write about a journey into fear. This one is too painful to put on my regular poetry blog. The fear is still there: the potential for a repeat is ever present.
Red for danger, red for fear
dripping, pooling, pouring, splashing
essence of me is wasting here.
Tyres squealing, red car speeding
screeches right up to the door.
Tell the story, show the papers –
muffled words through wads of gauze.
Stern nurse tells ‘me press hard, there’;
takes more red stuff from a vein
for the leeches in the lab.
Wait … wait … then wait again.
Verdict: internecine warfare
between antagonistic drugs.
Into silence, clock is ticking
‘Drink this up dear’ –
‘Cheers, I say,
and thank you for the vitamin K’.
More long waiting, more red pours
until a haemostat’s applied.
‘Go home and sleep’ were welcome words
En route, the flow intensified.
Red continued through the dawn,
so called the SAMU*
more tense waiting,
cheerful medics mop me up.
At last …
‘It’s stopped,’ I say, ‘can I stay here?’
‘No dear, we must see what’s what.’
What a comfort, ride in splendour,
listening to the blues and twos.
Arriving at the screeching doors
the whole caboodle’s done again.
I’m lying, wanly, wondering why
all force is spent.
*SAMU , French equivalent of UK’s 999 ambulance service.