The illness

She climbs the brightest shafts of sunlight that creep
through the Venetian blinds,
finds the colours of the rainbow are
the colours in her mind
and as she sits upon her single bed
the lack of oxygen makes her think
the sunlight’s in a book she read.

Pluto rules and plays by none
the underworld’s for the dead and gone
and she’s not ready yet.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.