Crowdsourced
doctor said the signs were
exit car park X-ray and Costa
an extra shot stay strong
anyway that blood’s gone off
to Glasgow wasn’t very old
googled it nervous of course
not sure which floor we’re on
the road to cappuccino yes
it’s losing control sprinkles
please foolish things remind
me of losing my hair tickling
the ivories these squeaky
wheelchairs weeks if she’s
lucky he was there more
often if I could did you see
that poor young girl?
Sharon Phillips started learning to write poems a few years ago, after she retired from a career in education. Her poems have been published online and in print. She has recently moved to Otley, in West Yorkshire.