Thursday, 21 June 2018
Coppelia (Revised).
Walking at last
A child again
Learning how to stiffly move
From A to B
From chair to table
From bed to door
Walking at last
On solid legs
The floors unstable
The walls dissolving
Six months stone still
Locked in a coma
Your eyes clamped tight
Neck in a cast
Have wrecked your muscles
Slowed your mind
Curtailed language -
Violent epileptic seizures
Have tossed you about
Like an old rag doll
Walking at last
You struggle towards me
Across a Ward
Wide as the world
Frail arms outstretched
A high wire dreamer
Resisting assistance
Fighting the air
A smile in your eyes
I must promise myself not to mention the tears
I cried for you every night last summer
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 7th. - 8th.- 9th. - June 21st. 2018.
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