Heatbumps Poem by Bob Blackwell
Heatbumps
Heatbumps, scratch, scratch and damn that louse
Nain and Taid grey and black have cold house
Bedroom smell wee, chamber pot, double bed
Its dark, its cold, bed wet, and full of dread
Wallpaper on the ceiling, patterns come and go
Sheets rough, mattress feathered, candle glow
Scratch, scratch, heat bumps, itch, and itch some more
Carpet wet, damp is rising in the corner by the door
Every visit heatbumps come, pink ointment to apply
Its the change, its the water, everyone tell lie
Scratch scratch, itch itch, tic toc went the clock
All night long an itch, a scratch a tic a toc
Lifetime shorter than the night you see
Body sore, itches, home is where I want to be
Holidays from school, so cruel, please kill that flea.
this poem reminds me of my visit to my grand mother. it was in 1960's, theyy didn't have modern lavatories. no roof, no flushing. so we used to carry an umbrella and a mug. did i really go through that. i can't believe. a scavanger used to come to manually claen. the last two lines of your poem brought a smile and these memories,
Bob, a poem that throws me back in time. I love the ending of your poem 'Holidays from school, so cruel, please kill that flea.' Was in Prestatyn during the Summer, had a great time. Best regards, Ian
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I would like to translate this poem
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I love this Bob, so many feelings evoked by the dreaded heatbumps, I have similar memories minus the heatbumps, they were happy times, Thanks for sharing your memories with us, 10 Lynda xx