Six minute eternity,
seventy-two hours ago.
A cardiac arrest.
Doctors talked incessantly,
you may return or not.
And if yes . . .
Then a voiceless lull
filled that sterile beeping room
and angels’ wings were heard,
as they carried you back to me.
Dylan Thomas, in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog [first published by Dent on 4 April 1940] provided a whimsical explanation of the word “lull” – A host of angels must be passing by. What a silence there is!
Angels Along the Way is a quadrille (44 word poem) using the word “lull” — the prompt given by Bjorn at dVerse, a Poet’s Pub. Do visit this fabulous site!
Photo credit: Benjamin Earwicker.
Thankful for every day!