Saturday, 27 June 2015

Broken...



You can mend

A broken bone

You can fix

A broken heart

But should you

Break a promise

There is no turning back



poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Friday, 26 June 2015

The Tragedy of Youth...



Youth now spent

As age stomps on

Deserves to be

So frowned upon

'Cos now, where once

I did turn heads

My wizened form

Turns stomachs instead!


© Copyright Lynn Gerrard



Sunday, 7 June 2015

Blood Moon...



Give me the promise

Of an ominous sky

Whisper dark tales

As thunder rolls by

Walk with me

Where old bones brew

And beneath a blood moon

I will lie with you



Photo only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 30 May 2015

A Right Pain in the....



It's always with great reluctance I ever go to the doctors. I loathe acquiring the need to go...I loathe the battle with the receptionist to allow me an appointment to let me go...and I loathe being stuck in a waiting room, once I get there, that's bulging with bug carrying beings, who secrete their bacteria willy-nillily into an atmosphere already polluted with the infected detritus of patients past!

So, one day, in a effort to avoid such a scenario, after having spent a couple of days prior in growing agony with a pain in my side...it was with equal reluctance I decided to ring the NHS helpline to seek their advice...

"Good morning, NHS Direct" said the monotonic voice with all the warmth of a mortuary slab!

"Oh hello, sorry to bother you, but I wondered if you could help me?"

"What's the problem" she yawned

"Well, I've an intense pain down my back and into my side"

"What kind of pain?"

Why do people ask that question??? How am I supposed to answer?..."It's a wonderful pain really, I'm reluctant to part with the agony!"

What I actually said was...

"All I can tell you, is that it's a painful pain"

"Can you describe it to me?" I could sense her eyes rolling as she grunted this request!

Retro Humor
"What? Describe it to you? Well, not really...maybe if I screamed down the phone you could assess it!"

Her sigh was palpable.

We stumbled around a few more questions as I grimaced in increasing discomfort, until she asked...

"What do you think you've got?"

"Pardon?" an incredulous gasp escaped from behind my clenched tooth.

"What do YOU think you've got?"

"What do I think I've got???...'What. Do. I. Think. I've. Got'!!!...You're not quite grasping the concept of Helpline are you?...Aren't you supposed to tell me?....Isn't that how this works!!"

I was so frustrated at this point that, after expressing my feelings through continuing spasms of agony, I decided to slam the phone down....and would have done so had she not done so first!

Well, there was nothing else for it, I was going to have to bite the bullet and confront the wizened harridan behind the reception desk at the doctors surgery, pissed with power 'cos she's got her own stapler! I believe she was engaged to be married once.....but then he got his sight back! I swear, if you were to collapse at her desk, she'd write for an ambulance!!

we <3 ZiggyAnyway, I took a deep breath and rang the surgery to make an appointment. 

"Doctors surgery"...she spat.

"I'd like an appointment to see Dr. Handson tomorrow please"


"If you want an appointment tomorrow you'll need to phone at 8:30 in the morning"


"Well, given that I'm ringing now couldn't you just mark it down for me please?" 

"No...we can only allocate appointments on the day".


"Ok, can I have an appointment with Dr. Handson this morning then please"


"No...he's booked up"


"Oh right...well...are you sure I'll get in to see him tomorrow then?"


"No...you'll need to phone at 8:30 in the morning and I'll tell you"


"For God's sake! What about tomorrow afternoon then? Can you book me in for then?"


"If you want an appointment tomorrow afternoon you'll need to phone at 2:30 tomorrow" 


"Oh Holy Jesus in Heaven!"...I strained. "I've got high blood pressure you know...I can feel my veins stretching! You're not helping here! Have you...for the sake of Christ...got anything for this afternoon then?????".


"It's possible"


"It is?...Is it?"...I'd never been this excited since I got the card telling me I'd won the beauty competition......I love Monopoly I do!


 "Wonderful...can you tell me what time please?"


"No...You'll have to phone up at 2:30"


Shortly after this episode I was admitted to hospital with concussion after smashing myself in the head, several times with a handset! As for the pain in my side? Thankfully it vanished, seems it couldn't compete with the right pain in the arse the days events had provided!

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Sliver of Ice...



My dreams

Hover

Like footprints

In the snow

Frozen moments

To savour

Before they melt

And go

To leave me

With the cold

Reality of life

In that

Within each dream

There hides

A sliver of ice




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Death...



Death skips from

One breath to another


Grazing on the soul


Between heartbeats




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard




Saturday, 16 May 2015

Never mind...



My fear is not

To lose my mind

My fear is that

My mind I'll find!



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard