Franks Psychiatry, Part 1 #5: the smell of stockings

Frank Prem

there is a particular odour
that attaches itself to feet
when the shoes are removed
at the end of a thirteen-hour day
that begins
with the tepid sloshing waters
of showers and baths
for forty-five incontinents

 

the leather of the shoes
captures moisture
and holds it
in a tight-fitting soup
that surrounds feet and winter hose
as the day goes on
with cleaning and washing floors
in the clammy warmth
of a steam-heated ward

 

my mother wants only
to take her shoes off
to rest swollen
and painful feet

 

I want
to leave the room

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2018 00:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Part 1 - Early Years.
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  • Goldfinch60

    The constant work has its downside.

    • Frank Prem

      I've said before that it was more or less the norm, but that didn't make it better or easier. It was pretty awful work, sometimes.

    • Laura🌻

      Frank,
      The conditions one must endure to make a living. Incredible! That odor rarely parts...no matter how hard we try! Another indelible entry my friend!

      ~Laura~

      • Frank Prem

        I can remember it still, Laura. And children are, of course, such graceless creatures.

        • Laura🌻

          We can be!



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