We all have our favourite seat
the men and women that I meet
whilst mermaids smile and serve us tea
and feed us intravenously.
.
In this cheery place of mine
bare arms are soaked into a shine
then wares are touted on a tray
the best we take the less to pay.
.
In this lively, loving place
anxiety etched on every face
my comfort is a cushioned chair
a pillow and designer hair.
.
In this café where I go
Life’s mélange is all on show:
black coffee corners of our minds
tenacity and mermaids kind.
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unfetteredbs said,
January 11, 2013 at 11:21 am
this is quite lovely. Sending my good vibes and prayers..
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 11, 2013 at 12:22 pm
Thank you Audra. My time sitting in the Chemo Cafe ended quite some time ago, but I go back for visits and check-ups. This is a poem I knew I would write, all in good time. With limited staff (who look very tired) the chemo nurses do fantastic work in all respects. They are special people who I am pleased to have met on my wonderful journey.
unfetteredbs said,
January 11, 2013 at 10:52 pm
I love the way you write and this was beautiful. You should give it to them.
Thank you for sharing Julia.
nobodysreadingme said,
January 11, 2013 at 2:10 pm
I’m with my mate Audra here.
I used to work in a hospital, including a chemo ward, and this really struck home.
You say all in good time. It was worth the wait.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 12, 2013 at 9:27 am
On Audra’s suggestion, I emailed the link to one of the mermaids.
nobodysreadingme said,
January 12, 2013 at 9:53 am
A very fine idea.
A question, if I may.
while at the hospital I had to work with people undergoing radiotherapy. I was always impressed by their courage and humour.
I wanted to write a post about my most embarrassing moment ever. It involved one of these courageous people, and I made an arse of myself. She took it with tremendous grace and a howl of laughter.
Trick subject matter; I really don’t want to offend people because it’s a damned funny story (if cringemaking) and the last thing I want is to make people think I’m making fun of the [atient or condition.
So. Wadda you think?
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 12, 2013 at 10:57 am
I think if the spirit of the post is clear, and the emphasis is on you, rather than anyone else, and the identity of the person is well hidden, it will be fine. Personally, I found a mix of love and humour to be the only safe passage through hurt. If you want me to read it first, let me know.
nobodysreadingme said,
January 12, 2013 at 11:01 am
Wise words. I would say that, because it’s what I was thinking!
OK, I think I’ll do it.
Thanks for the offer of a pre-read. I think I’ll write it and see how I feel about it.
nobodysreadingme said,
January 12, 2013 at 12:46 pm
OK I’ll take up your offer if I may.
How do we go about this?
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Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 12, 2013 at 1:12 pm
got it?
nobodysreadingme said,
January 12, 2013 at 1:12 pm
Got it. My mail will come from gmail, and I’ll put my name in the subject line
atothewr said,
January 12, 2013 at 1:49 am
Such a great poem, it made me pause for a moment. Best of luck with everything.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 12, 2013 at 9:24 am
Thank you my ‘batty’ friend. It was a strange couple of years, and extremely scary at the beginning, but as a student of life and a writer of poetry, it was a great opportunity to dig deep and look around.
Tarun Mazumdar said,
January 19, 2013 at 1:05 pm
I love it… and salute to your courage…
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 19, 2013 at 1:10 pm
Many thanks Tarun and welcome to my cave x
Tarun Mazumdar said,
January 19, 2013 at 1:11 pm
I love being here… thanks for letting me in… tea with two cubes of sugar would do…
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 19, 2013 at 1:12 pm
and some homemade bread? Just baking now.
Tarun Mazumdar said,
January 19, 2013 at 1:13 pm
haha awesome…
annotating60 said,
February 2, 2013 at 4:56 pm
Julia, first I liked your piece. I am a real sucker for rhyme in moderation and if the function begs for it and this did work really well for me. The other thing was to thank you for following my posts. I wish I could say you’ll see my best but I am trying to get myself published somewhere and posting a poem on here is being published by magazines and those powers(there is a lot of background for that which I won’t go into). Be well and thanks again. >KB
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 3, 2013 at 8:57 am
Thank you for your thoughts; this is a poem which has been on the back burner for some time. Yes, I understand you wanting to keep some of your work back; I have a gallery exhibition up at the moment, and keep those poems separate from these. They are not ‘better’, just ‘other’. I value my cave visitors immensely, so I’m really glad you are here x
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cindy knoke said,
February 9, 2013 at 12:11 am
This is VERY SERIOUSLY good!
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 9, 2013 at 9:31 am
Thank you Cindy; poetry is a good companion when it comes to re-looking at experiences. I guess my equivalent to the travels you so wonderfully photograph, is to journey to places inside which are less travelled, or at least less talked about. Do you find the journey changes your perspective?