The Waiting Room Blues

Cross caution tape to the receptionist.
Notice her polka-dotted plaster pig.
If you tip, is that anti-femminist?
Brown grass well-past harvest as her wig.

An hour in, you cling to pencil tip,
journaling is your partial partition.
A dingy in a sea of noise, you slip,
floundering in sneezy sea of sickness.

No, this poem is not your bodyguard.
Though it serves as gracious ghoonghat now.
Chances are you’re finally marred,
the doctor’s smile turns, a sickly plow.

The cancer’s found; it’s here to stay;
you’re brain’s on glowing, garish display.


This poem is written for d’Verse’s Thursday Night—- Middles & Turns. Peter is host tonight and invited us to write a haiku or sonnet with a dramatic turn. Join us.

Artwork: Hospital Waiting Room by Michael Salaman

39 comments

  1. This is exquisitely, exquisitely drawn! I smiled hugely at; “Though it serves as gracious ghoonghat now.” 💝💝 (applauding) 🙂

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  2. This part got to me:
    “Chances are you’re finally marred,
    the doctor’s smile turns, a sickly plow.”
    I hope this is a fictional poem.
    Palaces of health are some of the coldest places on earth.

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  3. Great turn in this – you had me rolling along – gentle smile at the pig, ‘floundering in a sea of sneezy sickness’ a great line – and then bam the turn – ‘the doctor’s smile turns a sickly plow…’ Powerful writing contained these delicate 14 lines.

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  4. I like the way you lead us into the waiting room and set the scene with the caution tape and the receptionist’s ‘polka-dotted plaster pig’, which made me smile, as did the comment about the tip. ‘An hour in’ reminded me of past waits as an out-patient and these lines evoked the atmosphere so well:
    ‘A dingy in a sea of noise, you slip,
    floundering in sneezy sea of sickness.’
    The turn is not unexpected, but it comes as a shock all the same.

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  5. Oh my! That’s quite a turn. Beautifully done. I think waiting rooms these days are even more places of anxiety (to me anyway), but then to be given that news is such a punch.
    I really liked these lines:
    “No, this poem is not your bodyguard.
    Though it serves as gracious ghoonghat now.”

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