Ode to pain

Ode to Fibromyalgia

That creeping cosmic dread

That dim half-remembered presence

That shadowy mysterious woman

That delicious agony

The sumptuous pain

You came in through the kitchen side door

So softly that I didn’t hear the latch

And then as I stood washing the doing up

You stood there gently breathing down my neck

Until you spread yourself down my right arm

Slowly emanating the stain of a warm buzz

Through my entire total human organism

Before I knew you were back in my life

Keeping me up at night

Going all hours like a bride groom’s speech

But still I told myself

It was me not you

It wasn’t the old you I knew

This was another thing, a normal one

Tearing me a new one slowly but surely

Until I realise my head is out of my firmament

And you have returned

In your best Goyaesque black dress

A veil floating over your face

But it’s you alright

Come to take be back but first

We dance a gentle merry jig around the room

Still it’s not you I insist

No no it’s all new I say

I’m feeling better already