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Hal G.P. Colebatch: Four Poems

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Feb 28 2017

1 mins

Emergency Ward

 

In this mad-house

Suddenly erupting about me

Of orderlies running with trolleys,

T-shirted young interns,

Bloodstained cops

And screams,

I look up and keep hold

Of the one certain thing:

My daughter’s hand

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

 

Emergency Ward II

What words so lovely

As these ones from the intern:

“You can go home now”?

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Matchstick House

My mother’s present to me

when I was eight years old:

A little house she made for me

from glued-together matchsticks,

with bright flowers drawn

against the tiny walls,

a red paper roof,

and bright curtains

drawn on the drawn-on windows.

 

Promise of a home

we would one day have again.

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

Today

Today is my birthday.

Today the nurses brought me a cake.

Today I made it without a walking-frame

To the end of the ward and back.

Today a square of sticking-plaster

Replaces the tube in my arm.

Today I ran my hand over my scalp

And felt the prickles

Of my hair starting to grow again.

Today my favourite nurse gave me a hug.

Today I put on my own clothes.

Today the sun is shining.

Today my wife and daughter

Arrived to take me home.

Hal G.P. Colebatch

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