bed soup

bed soup

A Poem by Lyn Anderson
"

a mad woman she is somedays

"
eyes glued shut
inside a memory
of yesterday's glow
an eternity so close
it hurts her so --
tongue lodged 
against the roof
of the things she
couldn't say --
paralysed in the soup 
that was her bed
when she sank 
in blessed dark
pierced now by knives
of light that taunt 
and jab and tell her
she is captive
slave to the colours
that scream and pound
her weary ears 
hands that fumble
for relief that comes
in packs and pills
the rattle 
sets her teeth on edge
and dares her 
to keep the bile down.

"how's your headache?" 
he said,

"MIGRAINE
isn't just a headache"
she whispers,
thankful she hasn't the strength
to club him till he's dead.

© 2019 Lyn Anderson


Author's Note

Lyn Anderson
you'll only understand if you've been there

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Nicely written, I was thinking a lot of other things not realizing it was building the poem to be about a migraine, I have never suffered one, and seldon even get headaches unless I drink a slurpee too fast! This gave me some insight to how it must feel.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thanks. Yes. Not fun. :) nice to see you here
I used to get bad headaches all the time. not so much anymore. Nicely expressed

Posted 1 Month Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thanks for commenting
My poor sister would frequently get migraines sometimes so bad her nose would bleed I used to feel so sorry for her when it happened I can imagine a similar scene for her. Every tiny noise every speck of light even footsteps would set her off:( I thank the stars this doesn't happen to me! nicely penned....I must say from past experiences I would not be within 50 feet of anyone of whom is suffering from those things!

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

2 Months Ago

Thanks for taking the time
First off, I have had a headache every day for the last forty years or so. But, not migraines. I understand a headache can be debilitating, mine sometimes are, but muscle tension aches are a pond ripple compared to the oceanic tsunami that is a migraine.

The quandary of the poem is "Who that has not suffered can understand suffering?" The suffering is explained in twenty-seven lines of pain, the lack of understanding in two, and the true expression of pain in the final five.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Months Ago

Ah yes, thanks. I too was a tension headache sufferer, then the onset of migraines 5 years ago chang.. read more
wow this is different

it lends to so well, personification of a physical condition that it become sentient




Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Months Ago

Thank you for stopping in.:)
Glad I never suffer from them, though I know someone who does.
Now I'll stop asking how's your headache.
Do all you women carry clubs then.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Months Ago

I think it's supposed to be a secret, lol
I can only empathize to the extent any sane man would even want to share the feeling of a migraine he is blesssedly not personally tormented by.

My brother suffered from severe headaches for most of his adult life, and, now, at age 44, he's suddenly seeing a psychiatrist and sleeping through the night. But I'm not saying that would solve your problems--not at all! Psychiatric medication is a separate set of problems all its own.

Your poem is a fine, imaginative study of a significant personal experience that sadly recurs. It reminds me from something I scribbled once: "I already felt a long time ago that I've had more than too much of this. Now, on the hamster wheel of the foreclosure of the possibility of experience, I can only say that I've had more than too much of this." You convey that sentiment very well without using those words. Hence the high grade for your poem.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Months Ago

yup. already on the psych med train. hormonally mediated migraines have an end, or so I am told --th.. read more
Movielum Biloarso

3 Months Ago

Incidentally I'm also a Torontonian! Always glad to support local authors.
she still remembers who she used to be...she remembers that woman...loathes this one who is bedridden....needs to be taken care of daily...can't move...the lids shut on her life...her world confined...reminds me of what happened to my mom the last months...so sad...
stark imagery here and the dialogue adds much...
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Months Ago

thank you. pain is the universal leveler, isn't it? when I get in a funk I think about what it would.. read more

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Added on July 29, 2019
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Lyn Anderson
Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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