This is it! Blog Battle’s Glorious Return

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July 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

STABLE

 

Better than Stable

The doctor is walking towards me

I know what he is going to say

She is stable. It was the same last week

Her mind is hanging on, but where is she?

Lying there with tubes decorating her still body

A strange kind of jewellery I wish she wasn’t wearing

Like an Egyptian mummy with the wrappings taken off

Stable. There should be a better word

I looked it up in the dictionary,

resistant to sudden change

Self-restoring, having no mode of decay,

plus, a lot of stuff about horses.

How am I meant to relay this to my wife?

Who last week found life fun, laughing, dancing?

Singing while hanging out the washing

Before she was spun into a coma by a filthy black car

Stable, is the best they can give me

Reminding me that over two thousand years ago

Jesus Christ was born in a stable

I don’t have a religious bone in my body

Yet I find myself walking to the hospital chapel

I light a candle, asking whoever might hear me

Can you do better than stable?