The hospital ward
Is struck by a spatter
Of pale, clammy moonlight
From the window.
The place is suspended
In an unnatural silence
Apart from the breathing,
A shuffle of footsteps:
The night-time nurse
Doing her rounds.
She pulls down the blinds
And darkens the room;
Suffocating the moonlight
Obliviously.
A whisper of breeze
May halt at the window
But nothing is heard
From within.
The nurse shuffles out:
Bowed back, stooping brow
Closed the door
Behind her green smock
And left the ward
To muffled darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
