This is a poem I wrote last November, from a time when I was hospitalised with horrendous headaches and fevers. Hopefully this time the bad headaches have been curtailed early enough to avoid a repeat of last year’s situation….

Hysteria

 

Yesterday’s ancient graves

Sent me a parting wave

Passing the higher fools

Leaving me to drool

My body was shivering

Bones were rattling

My leftovers are for the taking

Mum’s sponge-cake is baking

I need a change of attitude

A party at high altitude

Up here on level seven

Close to heaven

I could invite my unknown bacteria

Sing along with Leonard, sharing hysteria

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2018