A Spoonie Shower: A Poem

One aspect of my creativity I don’t think I’ve talked about is poetry. Nearly half a lifetime ago I went through a phase of writing poetry and was lucky to have a couple of my poems published.

 Poetry is not something I have thought about for a long time until the other day when taking a shower of all things; I found myself beginning to write a poem in my mind and A Spoonie Shower: A Poem was born.

Because the poem is about my Fibromyalgia and of course poetry is creative it seems like a good idea to share it with you. Please be kind; I am aware I shared a simple rhyming poem with you as a Christmas Wish but this is more what I would class as serious poetry, and it is much harder putting yourself out there in poetic form than it is writing a blog post.

A Spoonie Shower

A journey needs to be made
the need is undeniable but yet is put off able:
It’s such a long way to go and so many spoons to use
for what? Some temporary respite from the endless
spite of hyperhidrosis, must I? But I do.
Each pealed off layer of clothing
exposes new layers of exhaustion
and yes this very act of preparation
causes my pores to flow, ironic I know!
As I step into the flowing water
my eyes briefly close, a mistake
because my balance goes.
This jolt of reality triggers a reflex
my hand finds the railing where it grabs hold.
With my eyes open but unseeing
my mind departs and travels abroad.
The sensation of a rainforest transports me
tropically scented gel gives pleasure to the nasal cavities
as it travels to destinations within reach.
For a few fleeting moments,
I give in to the deluge.
The water washes away all doubt
why did I delay this for so long?
For the shortest minutes, I’ve vacated a Fibro life.
But then awareness prickles my joints
 as the familiar ache resumes tenure
and the moment is passed.
I must leave the enclosure and
my life resume.
So begins the chores of swaddling,
futilely rubbing at the moisture
as the cleansing waters of vertical bathing depart
so a sensation arrives on my forehead, newly wet
hyperhidrosis glows as if gloating
you have me if you wanted to get wet!

I’m hoping you enjoyed it, if not thank you for humouring me and reading it. I have to confess that I have really enjoyed revisiting poetry and if this one is not too badly received I may well share more with you as and when the creative juices flow in that direction. Next Friday I will be back with a more traditional blog post, and using this poem as the inspiration I may address the relationship between Fibromyalgia and Hyperhidrosis in that post.

Until next time,
Gentle Hugs,
Susan