If I were in here much longer,
I think I'd request a paint box
To attempt the shades of blue and green,
And all the seasons in between.
They ultra-sounded my heart, my lungs,
And needled their way in,
And out of scar tissue - old walls,
Built to protect me, crumble.
Traumatised trauma sites -
You could paint me by numbers;
Here vermillion, there magenta,
Everywhere kingfisher blue.
Those were the paints my parents used,
Depleted now. Except where their daughter bruised.
(c) Shaista Tayabali, 2017
I was curled up beside the window, on the word 'vermillion', when one of the rheumatology registrars came by with news of the ultrasound of my heart, latest blood test results and the possibility of parole. Much later that night, blackbirds and wisteria welcomed me home. Outside my bedroom, Mum's 'Kingfisher' approves my return...
Artwork: Kim Glass 'Much Better'
Perveen Tayabali 'Kingfisher'