I’ve very much appreciated Adrienne’s response to ‘writing prompts’. This is a poem I had hoped to offer at Art Night before circumstances conspired against my being able to attend. The poem was written in response to a prompt offered on an online writer’s gathering. The prompt was a picture of a path through interlaced trees creating a canopy. There was bright sunlight at the far end of the path. It reminded me of my experience when I had an adverse reaction to iodine contrast dye and coded during the procedure. It was amazing to have an out of body experience.
Rising to the bright ceiling
I leave my thrashing body behind.
Mask shrouded doctors scramble,
burst through doors, break restraints,
bark orders, shout out codes.
Havoc reigns as things go wrong.
Sunlight at the end of a tunnel
calls softly to another place.
Interlacing branches, leafy arms
reach beyond to beckon home,
down a gray graveled pathway
to a peace that only light can give.
Eventually all fades to black.
There’s no awareness, no reality,
no cogent memories of the day,
just simple empty nothingness.
I hear a nurse’s strident voice
call me back among the living.