Polly

Writings and Witterings

A Boy

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A diagnosis,
a prognosis,
follow
a suicide attempt
or two,
or three.

The voices
‘He tells me…
She tells me…
They tell me…’
A new world

revealed;
a world in
a troubled mind.
A world in
a boy so fine.

A boy,
a first born,
a long-awaited son,
a first born

waited for
in a hospital bed,
for three long months;
to keep him,
not lose him.

‘A patient patient’
they called
his mother,
as they pumped her
full of sedative.

The voices
‘He tells me…
She tells me…
They tell me…’
A different world.

A troubled mind;
where did it all go
wrong?
How can we put it
right?

Polly Stretton © 2012

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18 thoughts on “A Boy

  1. whoa,what was that?i was lost in there honey…an act of irony you did it so well, kinda awed and shocked in here..brilliant!

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  2. Tough, tough subject to tackle, so painful and emotional. I know a mother/son situation like that and it really destroyed so many lives. It takes a poem to express the unsayable.

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  3. so poignant Polly – bittersweet

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  4. Bittersweet encompasses some of the emotion, poignant demonstrates empathy perhaps – thank you for your welcome comments x

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  5. Polly, I just wanted to send you lots of love and a big hug. At this moment they would convey more than my words could. In fact, I think we’ll be seeing you tomorrow? So I’ll give you a big hug then. 🙂 xxx

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  6. This grabbed me by the skull, boxed me in the ears several times and left me with a dull ache.
    What a rush

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  7. Bloody hell Polly – this is proper hardcore. In a good way. You keep it the right side of mawkish too, which is another plus. I can see this mother and baby…

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  8. Always aiming to be the right side of mawkish 😉

    This is the poem published in the Bedlam anthology.

    Thanks for your thoughts, Holly x

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  9. The billion dollar question.
    Such a difficult problem,
    and with the most difficult human organ.
    It’s very devastating, I know.

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  10. Wow – intense, just feel like I’ve been walloped with a piece of 4 by 4!
    Really powerful stuff!

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    • Oh dear, sorry about that! I guess it might make one feel a bit battered. Awkward topic to write about, but some things need to be explored and poetry is a way of saying things that can otherwise be overlooked or tucked away …

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