Tag medical poem
Dundrum Quay (posted in tribute to Seamus Heaney)
Barnacle encrusted stumps remain.Thrusting, vertebral fossils From tidal glar pools and rising silt. The bar is no longer dredged: Time gently smudges over noisy, dark, Dangerous memories: Coal-black, Bent-backed, Hard men stooping – Their iron shovels grate on coal, Organic…
The Hypocritic Corpus
As I stand over this: Screaming human? Patchwork Scarred Scared Amphetamine fuelled Pulsing rage, With a syringe of midazolam -fantazaslam! Invoking the Mental Health Act, As if I believe in it -The gospel according to psychiatry I realise this does…
The poem which gave it’s name to (both) my blog(s)
Looking Underneath I yearn for green moss – Gaiman’s smell of damp leaf mould. The poise and promise in fleshy puffballs under Cochrane’s Bridge and the startle of a snapping twig in an Irish autumn – – the cool underneaths…