‘Come with us’, they
said, their smiles boded
well for those that are
not well. Uniforms bright
and cheery, fob watches
glinting with their walk,
with expansive gestures like
explorers proud of their
new found land we paced
the ward, full of polite
admiration – how convenient!
how fine!, one could almost
feel oneself at home!
Yet a shrinking inmate
clapped in the irons of my
heart whispered, ‘Now, O
craven, they are showing
you the instruments -
your hour is nigh.’
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- Simon Peter Iredale
- Simon Peter Iredale is a published poet and writer. He is a member of the Five who first started writing and reading poetry together in Cambridge during the '70's. As a writer, his first book was The Interior Mountain (Abingdon 2000). Since then he has written regularly for a major publishing house in Nashville, USA.