Cancer Villanelle - by
The ward’s fish flit through a new tank, even though
the fatigued walls sag with the same diseased paint.
Needles plunge. Consultants come and go.
cancer
To My Surgeon - by
No-one else sees me
drowning in the white wave
sprinkled with a terrible salt
Second Opinion - by
We went to Leeds for a second opinion.
/ After her name was called,
/ I waited among the apparently well
/ And those with bandaged…
Teddy - by
for a child with leukaemia
/
/ Teddy was not well.
/ Teddy had been feeling sick.
/ Teddy had to go to hospital.
/ Teddy was told that…