Favourite things…..

February 26, 2011

No categories, no explanations or rankings…. just favourite things.

my Family



Annie Lennox


nice websites

going out

reading popular science books




lovely furniture


eating out

eurovision song contest


museums and galleries

National Portrait Gallery

Kings Arms, London

good, soft pillows

white bedding

red wine

Julianne Moore

medical dramas

medical equipment

Apple computers and gadgets

chinese take-away



A Poem

February 20, 2011

Norman McCaig

Visiting Hour

The hospital smell
combs my nostrils
as they go bobbing along
green and yellow corridors.

What seems a corpse
is trundled into a lift and vanishes

I will not feel, I will not
feel, until
I have to.

Nurses walk lightly, swiftly,
here and up and down and there,
their slender waists miraculously
carrying their burden
of so much pain, so
many deaths, their eyes
still clear after
so many farewells.

Ward 7. She lies
in a white cave of forgetfulness.
A withered hand
trembles on its stalk. Eyes move
behind eyelids too heavy
to raise. Into an arm wasted
of colour a glass fang is fixed,
not guzzling but giving.
And between her and me
distance shrinks till there is none left
but the distance of pain that neither she nor I
can cross.

She smiles a little at this
black figure in her white cave
who clumsily rises
in the round swimming waves of a bell
and dizzily goes off, growing fainter,
not smaller, leaving behind only
books that will not be read
and fruitless fruits.