It’s time to chase lights
whirl-pooled in static charge.
My aerial must have blown loose
with all the colours bursting through.
Tongue tied, this organ has turned rubber
and the words bounce back into my throat.
I am sorry I asked you to be quiet,
but this volume control seems to have broken.
Brass band clustered in the corner of my vision…
why only play spoons across brittle knees?
Wish I could make a cushion out of these bones
or drive one sharp enough through the pain point.
All this chaos petered out into a slow rocking
of landlocked sea sickness where I flounder.
Drown me in something other than brightness,
let me find a room dark enough in which to sleep.
#NaPoWriMo 2021 – Day One – Migraine Metropolis
It’s time to chase lights
So well done, Carol! And oh my….I have been so preoccupied lately that I didn’t even realize it was the first day of NAPOWRIMO! Thanks for the reminder.
Anyone who has experienced migraines (I have) can relate to this post! I most especially connect with these words:
“Brass band clustered in the corner of my vision…
why only play spoons across brittle knees?”
Thank you Lillian. A lovely side effect of pregnancy has been weekly migraines, with the most recent kicking in Monday evening about half five, and not easing off until late Tuesday evening. I really hate the way it seems to throw everything off kilter and you end up feeling hungover for up to days afterwards, yet it gets marked down as ‘a bad headache’ by some.
This is really good. You brought me into the experience of a migraine. I was going to pick out a line or two to compliment, but I like all of it.
This is absolutely outstanding! 💝💝 I held my breath at “Drown me in something other than brightness.” Yes, migraines can be nasty.
Thank you. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem based on a video, but after Tuesday’s migraine I got 30 seconds in and had to switch off because I just couldn’t cope with the discordance. I’m really hoping my migraines go back to normal (as opposed to weekly events) once the pregnancy is done.
I’m so sorry to read about your migraines in your reply to Lill’s comment, Carol, especially as I am still battling with them myself. Putting them into words, into a poem, is one way of coping with them – sadly the magic only goes so far. I recognise myself in the lines:
‘My aerial must have blown loose
with all the colours bursting through’
‘Brass band clustered in the corner of my vision…
why only play spoons across brittle knees?’
I couldn’t take the animation either – it put my teeth on edge.
this wonderfully descritive poem makes me glad i do not have to suffer migraines
Wow, Carol. These lines truly rocked me. My wife used to get debilitating migraines that would knock her out for days – it was horrid.
So sorry to hear of the migraines. May they fade away as the world turns green!
Something went wrong in my neck and for four months I’ve had awful pain in my left shoulder — a nerve in a vertebrae was squeezed — but there was a strange grace to it, since during that time I didn’t have a single migraine, where before I had one or two every week. A strange almost eerie silence, the absence of that pain (more than compensated by the other). After an epidural shot in the neck, the shoulder pain quiets and the migraines return. A jangly jarring city, overexposed and raw like this poem.
I feel the pain of this one as I suffer migraines during my PMDD week. Sometimes all we can do is shelter in darkness. I hope the migraines settle down as the pregnancy progresses. All these raging hormones wreak havoc with our bodies!
As a fellow sufferer of migraines I feel every single word of this. I wanted to crawl into the dark womb of my bed just from reading this in empathy. Well done.
Excellent post for this April 1st. Be nobody’s fool Carol.
I understand and relate to every word of your poem ….. I suffered for many years, finally cycling out of them as I went thru menopause. A stunning write.
Thank you Helen. I find it so odd that something which has an impact on so many people is not understood fully by the medical profession.