Emergency
Room
My
fingers circled smooth
transparent
plastic that
cradled
my nostrils. Could
I
sneeze? Would clips come
out?
Every twenty minutes
my
arm was grabbed by
an
inflatable cuff. Pump,
pump,
pump. Whish.
Blood
pressure. Noise.
Hallway
sounds of
wheeled
trays on tile
floors.
Clank. Not
a
trolley’s sound.
I
liked trolleys.
“How
are we feeling”
asks
an attendant.
Can
I say: scared
(Previously
published Summer/Fall 2013, SNReview
Lois Greene Stone, writer and
poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been
included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal
items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different
divisions of The Smithsonian.
Nice to see your work here Lois, I enjoyed reading your piece.
ReplyDeleteYou vividly capture the sounds and feel of an ER, Lois. Scared, indeed! Well done!
ReplyDeleteYes. Your poem definitely captures the feel of a hospital emergency room with artistic beauty. Thank you for sharing, Lois. I enjoyed your poem. Continued blessings!
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