Exuberance

I have had high fevers and night sweats
My fingers and toes flush cold and heat
and transform
into purple flowers -
My face, that transient thing,
smiles radiantly
A sweet moon
in a thunder cloud sky.

Lupus, you odd unnatural thing
I am raising you
to the ground.

Here, on the ward,
I am laughing,
I am offering
my exuberant soul

Take it
if you dare.


Dear Blog Readers, I have been admitted into hospital again. My brother has very kindly brought his laptop to me so I am posting up my latest poem. I wrote it last night when all the lights were switched off, and all the other patients were fast asleep. I am the youngest on the ward as usual, and all the elderly ladies are kind and friendly to me. All the same, I shall be glad when I can escape and see green trees and blue skies again.