The Last View by Sophie McCluskey
I wrote this poem whilst sitting in a treatment room looking out the window onto the rooftops of my home town. There was a guy having treatment who pointed out that you could see his house and then later he fell asleep. I often find it a peaceful time during treatment and a hopeful one, being given a drug that might sustain me and allow me to continue seeing beautiful views. This poem was to try to capture that atmosphere.
The Last View
Last because when someone here
Closed their eyes
The clouds stood still,
Suspended over fields of
Hazel, green and tan
Dotted with sheep who will bare lamb in spring,
An ever changing landscape
Running parallel to what's within.
The last because, when I go home
It will be under the moons tide
There is a bird taking flight,
I wonder where it will shelter tonight.
The last because a new wing is opening
To welcome patients inside
We will not be high enough to
Overlook the rooftops
Their moss covered tiles, sunkissed now
By the fading light.
We will have treatments pumped in our veins
Wishing, "let me see more sights"
By Sophie McCluskey