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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
Best wishes
Kate x
Migraine
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
© Kate McClelland 2015
Kate McClelland
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