The Spirit, Maybe August 2022 I don’t think God is with us on this bay in 9B Geriatrics. “It’s quite tough,” confides a rather workworn HCA one morning, during obs. And I'm stern stuff, experienced with hospitals yet tired of illness sometimes, thirty-plus years in, arthritic, fractured, but the brain is wired to cope. I don’t know why. Where to begin? I do know that I watch the sun descend each evening, note the purple, red and gold, and dare to hope I might be on the mend, the broken bone at least. My joints are old and well beyond repair, but something’s good – the spirit, maybe? I’d dance if I could.
Felicity Teague is a poet from Pittville, a suburb of Cheltenham, UK. She has had inflammatory arthritis since she was 12 yet is able to work from home as a copywriter and copyeditor, with her foremost interests including health and social care. Her poetry features regularly in the Spotlight of The HyperTexts; she has also been published by The Mighty, Snakeskin, The Ekphrastic Review, The Dirigible Balloon, Pulsebeat, Lighten Up Online and a local Morris dancing group. In December 2022, she published a small collection of poems, From Pittville to Paradise. Other interests include art, film, and photography.
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