Another Day At The Office
Poem by Clive Culverhouse
White Ted looked flat;
that hair and pyjama bed smell.
She was getting heavier
My bleary eyes trying not to sleep.
Bone protruded from flesh,
blooded the seat and gearstick;
leaning in best I could
to cannulate, set up drip by torchlight
as Firefighters started cutting.
She smiled and tightened her grip;
I kissed her forehead
still feeling the bitter cold.
Fluorescent coat bulkily hindering
as cracking metal sheered;
dressing the open bloody carnage.
Suddenly toast popped up,
"Have a good day at school" I said,
fighting my tiredness.
The mangled wreck still lingered
as I put my daughter down,
heading for bed, another shift tonight.
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Another Day At The Office by Clive Culverhouse
This poem made the Long List of The Plough Prize for Poetry 2017 and reflects my time as an NHS Ambulance Paramedic.
When work and home collide - vividly - and it is difficult to switch off.
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