Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
The nurses
must think Iā€™m asleep
because my eyes are closed
but my blind eyes

can see nothing
whether open or closed
I lie thinking
about how I danced

with Clive back in 1939
what will happen
to Grace now?
one nurse says

talking nearby
her leg stumps
are healing now
but whether she'll walk again

depends how she copes
another nurse says
no sight either
how does she

make out that?
the first nurse says
she's still pretty though
no scars or ****** damage

and that gentleman
who visited her
wants to take her
out to dinner when

she is more able
I lie still
pretend I am sleeping
wanting to hear more

my leg stumps throb
and my none
existent feet itch
and I want

to scratched them
but lie still
trying to act
a sleeping beauty

waiting for my prince
to come
her house was bombed
but she was pulled

out alive but her maid
was killed
the nurse says
breaking into my act

the feet itching
the stumps throbbing
my eyes wanting
to see again

the nurses move away
outside
hitting windows
a harsh fall of rain.
A BLIND AND LEGLESS WOMAN IN HOSPITAL HEARS TALK ABOUT HERSELF IN 1940.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
(72/M/England)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems