This days trails 29th June 10

As I walked past hidden bushes

I was five again, 

the scent of orange blossoms teased, 

I breathed it in and was transported,

to another time

another place;

when in full bloom, the tree, 

the Syringa tree they said to me, 

of virgin white

created such a sight, 

a cloud that filled my sky, 

I was only so high myself, 

around me lay spent blooms, still fresh, 

some crushed, some turning brown, 

but who's to frown on seeing this, this apparition

so potently blessed with perfume sweet, alluring,

enough to make one stop and stand so still,

so full of admiration, joy, that being there, just here

just now, gave me a memory, 

a shower of love's great flowering, my heart beat faster, 

my feet inspired to dance, 

what pleasure to be alive, 

I think my thoughts wee then, 

and even before my age had reach a ten.
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After the MRI:-
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Nr. "TUNNEL OF DOOM" Ann 29th June 2010.

Into the tunnel, not of love, not of ghosts, but MRI,

Totally still you must lie said he with a squint, 

with needles for this and for that to control

the perastaltic movements and all that is there, 

one lies to be heated by fire from beneath, 

in a terrible sheath of metal, to weigh down your middle, 

then it begins the booms and the blows

your breathing you suppose as is normal, 

sweet music plays in your pair of ear phones, 

(and strangely enough in the key of the booms)

as you slowly get stiller and stiller, 

and feel you will never recover, 

your mind wanders here and there out of the funnel to friends,

but you're there all alone so alone, and wish to go home.

The sudden boom hammer like thunder, 

you feel you're down under the sod,

in your cylindrical coffin from God.

All at once you're dragged out, after the hour,

yes we've got all we ant says the man,

get up if you can, but you can't, 

as all is stood still, even will won't work,

and you walk on your way heavy footed and dizzy,

befuddled and muddled, but glad, 

that its over, its no dance in clover, oh no, 

but just something one has to go through.