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For the dreams come, always they come......
Stolen lullabies laminate
The Dementia Ward in plastic,
Snow sleeps from chloroform clouds
Smothering Hushaby Mountain.
Love’s skeins change colour through the seasons
Now, all which spins are iced dreams and blanket black
Frostbitten vision frames television,
Shrouded screens revolve around corpses
Like lost luggage on the carousel.
One for sorrow, two for joy
This magpie will be the death of us;
Artificial Christmas tree plays Silent Night on loop.
Small deaths in the taste of anaesthetic,
The eternal Ambulance invites
Strangers to meet for the last time.
The Dementia Ward in plastic,
Snow sleeps from chloroform clouds
Smothering Hushaby Mountain.
Love’s skeins change colour through the seasons
Now, all which spins are iced dreams and blanket black
Frostbitten vision frames television,
Shrouded screens revolve around corpses
Like lost luggage on the carousel.
One for sorrow, two for joy
This magpie will be the death of us;
Artificial Christmas tree plays Silent Night on loop.
Small deaths in the taste of anaesthetic,
The eternal Ambulance invites
Strangers to meet for the last time.
Published 12th Dec 2022
Author's Note
ERULGCT 172. Title taken from 'Incarnations' R.S. Thomas. Not much festive mirth in this, but there again, not a lot of fun to be found in Dementia. Life tends to come and go, that's okay, as long as you know.
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13th Dec 2022 2:06am
This brings back memories of the places my dad spent his last months, almost exactly 4 years ago... the diverse images make me a little disoriented, which seems entirely appropriate for the subject. The dementia ward was definitely lacking festive mirth. Excellent write.
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k
13th Dec 2022 9:56am
Appreciate your visit K. My stuff tends to veer off like a drunk walking home and is fragmented. Think you're correct though. On this occasion it does tend to fit the theme. I've lost too many to Alzheimers / Dementia (including parents). If it's genetic, better start saying goodbye to my memory...what is my name again? Lol. Diolch.
Anonymous
17th Dec 2022 5:34pm
Strangers to meet for the last time
Beautifully tragic 💔
Beautifully tragic 💔
17th Dec 2022 5:36pm
Many thanks LF. We're all strangers in life really. Even to ourselves.
Anonymous
17th Dec 2022 5:44pm
Great stuff you have here. I knew by your screen name it would be a good ride
17th Dec 2022 11:44pm
Name is actually a nod to an album entitled 'Strangeways Here We Come' by a now defunct band called The Smiths. Strangeways being an infamous prison in Manchester. Welcome aboard the creaky rollercoaster.
