when her symptoms amplify
into conscious notice
of her heart’s arrhythmia,
there comes eventual
of chaired room waiting
with others symptomatic
in silent bells of worry
a public name call
to near naked isolation
in spare antiseptic space
where skinned anatomy
is postered on a wall
the white coat enters
heal me, Doctor for I am unwell
his cold hands listen at her heart
and when incision later follows
she wears its scarlet path
and when she is remorseful
comes eventual of need
for stained glass windows
and frankincense and myrrh
and a crucifix upon a wall
she slips through curtains
bless me Father, for I have sinned
and when confession follows
and she is washed in absolution
as from a basin brimmed
with Christ’s redeeming blood
she bears its consequence
Bonnie Marshall
Artist: Unknown
Reading your poems Bonnie, has always been like entering the distinct dialect of the language of landscape. Everything is living. I wander through this warp and weft with goat feet… sure footed and adventurous in its circuitous paths. I’m such a fan….poet friend
Grateful thank you, Jana. Yes, we do have a mutual admiration society … goes back aways. Smiles…
the compassion of ineluctable plaintivity
Eloquent thought, Mark. Smiles…
Sensual and spiritual and illuminating.
The physician I see now has no anatomical charts on his walls. I like that.