Sean Joyce

Rookie - 0 Points (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

That Red Mark - Poem by Sean Joyce

In the middle of the night.
In the depths of the country.
In a nightmare of pain.
In the middle of the war.

She woke to a large and
painful abscess on her gum
and one pressure swollen
cheek closing one eye.

In a crevasse of pain she
lit the lamp, held the kitchen
table, smoked a cigarette and
cried as loud as with she dare
with sleeping children overhead

As waves of pain reverberated
‘round the room as she took
a darning needle in one hand
and a small mirror in the other.

Then the needle to the flame
and carefully she pushed the
red-hot tip into her cheek.

The needle through her cheek.
Until the pressure cried.
Until the war was over.
Until the lamp reverberated
‘round the world.

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Comments about That Red Mark by Sean Joyce

  • Rookie Jeremiah Shine (1/16/2006 1:59:00 PM)

    thanks for reminding me...lol. had this happen myself. same scenario...smoke and all. you spike a fever too... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2006



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