Sick Woman, 1665, by Jan Steen, via Magpie Tales
No matter of faith
or inhaling miasmas
bar the door on demons
Nosegays block the stench,
laudanum the pains, good doctor,
holding my wrist a sufferance
Begone with your pomposities!
Away with your fineries!
While I wear mine into hell
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Wow. Some people are just awful when they're sick...
ReplyDeleteShe must be thinking this loudly- given her state-the sly smile says a lot !
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting.
Wow Irish ,this Crone is inconsolable, it seems .
ReplyDeleteOh, the pain of letting go ...
ReplyDeleteOr beatic expression belies the vehemence in her head.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of dated language.
What's in my heart at the minute is the realization that my keyboard is dyslexic. Not my fault, honest.
ReplyDeleteFor -Or- read -Her-.
Oh, sometimes I feel like the entire medical establishment needs to hear this!
ReplyDeleteBegone with your pomposities! That's my motto for the day. :o)
Begone with your pomposities ~ if the medical bag fits ...
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poems of the day. This is excellent!
ReplyDeleteI love these lines:
"No matter of faith
or inhaling miasmas"
"laudanum the pains, good doctor"
"Begone with your pomposities ... While I wear mine into hell" I have to memorize this. :)
How brave to refuse pomposities... how vivid! You really nailed this..
ReplyDeleteI love that word...pomposities! Great take on the photo prompt.
ReplyDeleteYou are a doctor of words dear sir. Wonderful capture of the photo!
ReplyDeleteYou have a way with words, Irish Gumbo and a flair for lively expression. I love this work and I thank you for sharing. =D
ReplyDeleteOh well done - that is one strong lady!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]