Operator
This is a poem I wrote last year for our year 10 poetry competition (slightly edited for redbubble), I won 3rd prize with this and today it is still one of my favourite poems.
I thought I’d better finally add it up here, enjoy. It’s about a doctor operating on a patient and having them die at the table, switching between both their consciousnesses. I’d never done a poem where the voice switches before, I’m so happy with how it turned out.
Operator belongs to the following groups:
Bits and Pieces , Experimental and Melbourne & VictoriaInhale…
Exhale…
The edges grow softer
And anguish fades
Down
Down
Into the darkness
Slowly, it pulls me in.
Light and heat dance around the stringent room
Mingling with secret juices
That seep from you.
A hand cannot tremble in this room,
Under watchful eyes and strict attention
I hold a scalpel to your skin
The first cut
Letting you
No, part of you
Escape.
Things are blurred
In artificial night,
Floating thoughts and feelings
That aren’t
Quite
There;
Drifting
On less than nothing…
Your pulse slows as I make my way in
To where you reside;
Not you,
But you.
Where you think and breathe,
Everything you are
Everything you’ll be
That no-one else can fathom.
Fading in and out
Vanishing to nothing
Darkness
Spent.
Scarlet rivers flow deep,
Swiftly escaping their well worn beds.
Finally, they have run dry
He’s gone.
robpixaday
Wow!!
Very effective…....!!!!
kossimarsalsa replied
Thank you so much, I like to hear what people think about my work.
xx
s-a
robpixaday
Hi! This piece has been featured in the Experimental Group!
kossimarsalsa
Thank you so much!