Hospital visit

A cascade poem inspired by the Michael E. Arth painting for the Words and pictures poetry challenge.

Michael_E._Arth_-Moscow_Metro-_oil_painting,_1980

When you take the train with grandma into town,

All dressed up neat with roses in your hand,

The world seems changed, a very different place.

 

You hope her face won’t mirror what you saw,

The things a child is never meant to see,

When you take the train with grandma into town.

 

You search the crowds and dread to see his face

And what he’d say to you, his child, unblemished,

All dressed up neat with roses in her hand.

 

Roses smell the same, though nothing’s sacred,

Mother’s broken like your father’s love,

Today your world’s a very different place.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “Hospital visit”

  1. That has such a chilling edge. We don’t really want to know what’s happened, how her world has changed but sadly, we can guess. You picked a perfect theme for that image, Jane – a haunted look, a face that knows more than she should.

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