Clockwork Balloons (24.5.21)
An Ode to a 24hr Blood Pressure Monitor
Regular as a clockwork balloon,
The huff-puffing signifier of health,
Fitted by surprise, on a Monday afternoon,
Beeps away with no pretention of stealth,
All to prove a point we already know.
Not like there was any choice in the matter…
Irregularities in my own ticking cocoon,
Belie an unseen hand chipping away,
Dancing along to her own mad tune,
Silently plotting (clotting?!) day on day,
While tomorrow’s rhythm remains a mystery.
Rolling with a fait accompli accompaniment…
Set by the Watchmaker, in flesh was hewn,
Magnificent singularities of mortal coil,
That fight, by sun and star and moon,
Inevitability, routine, the endless toil,
Always and on until there are no more.
It would have been nice to have a warning…
About the Creator
Aisla Houghton-Foster
Scottish, transgender, 30 y/o wanna-be poet/writer living in Liverpool England. I like to play with words and ideas, twisting them around in ways that I find interesting and engaging - I hope you like the results! :D
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