Kate here again.
Hope you have all been safe and well.
Thanks very much for the Re-blogs, RTs & Likes on my blogs and on Twitter. Also very grateful for the lovely comments you have left for me.
They are very much welcomed and appreciated.
I don't know whether you suffer migraines like I do, but I wrote a poem about one I had this weekend which was my first in quite sometime (I'm blaming overexposure of my cranium to the sun the day before).
My sympathies to anyone who suffers from chronic migraines.
I know it seems odd to write a poem about it, but writing it helped me block some of it out.
If you don't have them yourself, it might give you a little idea of how bad they can be. It's not a 'headache' it's an electrical brain explosion which effects your eyesight, concentration and balance.
The poem is called 'Migraine' (I know - stretched myself to come up with that title!)
To counterbalance this, I have also posted a poem called 'A Bubble in Time'
I hope you like them
I lie in the blacked-out room
Cold, wet flannel draped across my forehead
Bucket strategically placed on one side of the bed
Glass of water on the window ledge at my head
Medicated to just above the ‘recommended daily limit’
Even now in this darkened abyss
In my mind’s eye and striking every optical nerve
Like a mad, jester harpist
Jagged multi-coloured neon lights
Flash eye-wateringly sharp
Against the black - like broken shards of glass
Searing through my frontal cortex
Piercing the comfortable darkness
Like a knife in the eye
I can’t bear the daylight
I can’t stand up as it feels like
I’m on board a heaving sea vessel
Lurching, equilibrium smashed against the rocks of pain
I can’t read my beloved books
As the words swim like little black tadpoles
In and out of focus
Quivering like a bad 1950’s ‘flashback’ special effect
The sharp pain makes me wince
An invisible vice has my skull crushed in its grip
Until it feels like I am actually upside down
My cranium being pounded by ‘brain lightening’
Waves of nausea and vertigo roll across my body
Stomach feels like I’ve eaten a kilo of cottage cheese
Bloated and still churning in its acid bath
Ready to burst forth lava-like from my protesting innards
As the bile rises and falls with each episode
Migraine – I hate you
A Bubble in Time
If I could make a bubble in time
I’d take us both inside
Where we’d be safe
From prying eyes
And everyday life
Like twinned stars in the Universe
Dancing a waltz or two
To the sound of a musical box band
An enduring ‘par de deux’
And see the stars as they were
A billion years ago
Within this bubble all alone
The ‘Wheel of Ages’ would rest
And eternally we would be
Drifting in our shiny bubble
Floating in timeless primordial space
© Kate McClelland 2015
© Kate McClelland 2015