William F Dougherty

Freshman - 542 Points (West Hartford, CT)

The Crab Sonnets I - Poem by William F Dougherty

Candle Power in Intensive Care

The unction cools my brow; the candle shines
and forms a line of sacramental brede.
The priest half-chants the text, and makes the signs,
jogging my mind with the redemptive creed
I learned to lisp in church. A night-shift nurse
shows up with rosary beads and borrowed shawl.
I squeeze my morphine pump: the pain is worse.
A gurney clatters down the empty hall.

I wonder what my blur of being meant
To warrant such precautionary flush;
I wonder why the candle's Sunday scent
expands and cloys the sterile room. A hush
folds up all sound; the candle snuffs its flame,
a wisp absconds with my stowaway name.


Comments about The Crab Sonnets I by William F Dougherty

  • Valerie Dohren (4/16/2012 1:55:00 PM)


    Great poem. Well written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 11, 2012


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