Another Day At The Office Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Another Day At The Office
White Ted looked flat;
that hair and pyjama bed smell.
She was getting heavier
My bleary eyes trying not to sleep.
Bone protruded from flesh,
blooded the seat and gearstick;
leaning in best I could
to cannulate, set up drip by torchlight
as Firefighters started cutting.
She smiled and tightened her grip;
I kissed her forehead
still feeling the bitter cold.
Fluorescent coat bulkily hindering
as cracking metal sheered;
dressing the open bloody carnage.
Suddenly toast popped up,
"Have a good day at school" I said,
fighting my tiredness.
The mangled wreck still lingered
as I put my daughter down,
heading for bed, another shift tonight.
Another Day At The Office by Clive Culverhouse
This poem made the Long List of The Plough Prize for Poetry 2017 and reflects my time as an NHS Ambulance Paramedic.
When work and home collide - vividly - and it is difficult to switch off.
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acute power of love- Have a good day at school I said, fighting my tiredness./// lovely poem
Tough job, Clive. Your poem vividly expresses how work-place tragedy spills over into family life, especially under the pressure of night-shifts. Concisely constructed.
Seems so true. It is the end of the shift and one feels tired to enjoy with family and friends. Enjoyed.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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She smiled and tightened her grip; I kissed her forehead still feeling the bitter cold. i put my daughter down heading for bed. a fine poem. tony
thanks for commenting on my poem Another Day At The Office, , much aprreciated, .