Summer was the worst time to be sick,
tucked up tight in bed, restrained
by grandmother’s hospital corners,
bullied by the clock’s resonant tick.
The room was stifling, even the sticky
Lucozade was too warm to fizz,
and the fly too drowsy to buzz
and batter against the window.
Outside, neighbourhood children played,
lawnmowers droned and a hose sprinkled,
my grandfather whistled a jaunty tune,
and in the scullery, crockery tinkled.
For a while, soothed by calamine,
I almost forgot the itchy skin,
more perturbed by the itch in my head,
the desperation to get out of bed,
escape the sweat-drenched sheets
and the pressure pot of the room,
to run bare legged under the spray
soaking the roses that hot summer’s day.
Kim M. Russell, 26th May 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Make some room
Laura is our host for this week’s Poetics, with a quotation from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own and poems that feature rooms by John Updike, Charlotte Mew and Imtiaz Dharker (one of my favourites), as well as one of Laura’s own.
For today’s poetry prompt, Laura asks us to conjure a room or rooms in the literal, functional, metaphorical, imaginary, or fantastical sense. There is no restriction on rhyme or style.