Saturday, November 5, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 310: In the health centre underground carpark



IN THE HEALTH CENTRE UNDERGROUND CARPARK

He props against the car
waits patiently expectantly
She lugs his fold-up wheelchair
out of the car
Not enough disability parks
her space is cramped

He sits in the wheelchair
She attempts to adjust a footrest
bends from the hip
to save her back
hair not quite sweeping the ground
cheeks flushing

Caring is like that some days
tangled
arse up
not caring


7 comments:

  1. Such a contrast to my bushwalk this morning - a true poem succinctly capturing frustration and in the least aesthetic of all spaces in modernity - the underground car park. How lucky I am - for now.

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  2. Yes. It is like that. Beautifully expressed.

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  3. Thanks so much everyone. Appreciate the comments. I must get walking again John!

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  4. I love the way these images portray the difficulties of being a carer.

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