A HARSH SEA 1940A Poem by Terry CollettA BLIND WOMAN WHO IS ALSO AN AMPUTEE IN A London HOSPITAL IN 1940.It is still dark on the ward when I open my eyes I hear voices hear moans and groans some far off some near I need to pee and wonder where the commode is is it near? I sit up in the bed and push back the sheet and blankets and using my hands move myself to the edge of the bed and stare into the dark space ahead of me I put out my right hand and search about me (my left hand balancing me on the edge of the bed) my leg stumps bandaged are aching and this makes me anxious as I encounter a bedside cabinet and a water jug and class Grace what are you doing? a voice says to my left I try and find where she is who has spoken to me who are you? I ask Nurse Kavel she says her voice concerned but soft you should not be on the edge so fragile as you are what did you want? she asks again I'm searching for the commode I need to pee I say the commode is on the other side of the bed she says but surely you're not thinking of doing it alone? I need to pee I say and with no legs how was you proposing to get on the commode? she says her voice more concerned I didn't think of how I just felt the need I say even if you managed to get on the commode how did you propose to pull up your nightgown at the same time as sitting? she says I reach out to touch her and she grabs my hand with hers careful if you fall off the edge you will hit the floor and God knows what damage you will do she says I turn toward the voice and try to imagine what she looks like I am desperate to pee I say all right she says wait there and I hear her footsteps go off there is still other voices and sounds and far off someone cries I smell disinfect and urine and bodies I hear footsteps return and she says sit still and I feel her hands lift me into a wheelchair (she seems strong or I am light as a doll) and settles me down she says right I will wheel you to the toilets to give you privacy and off we go in the darkness I feel as if I'm going through space on an adventure into a deeper darkness and just hope I get there before I explode my wee like a dyke pushed aside by a harsh sea. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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