To Autum and Flu Season by Brenda Drumm
SEASON of mists and mellow flueyness
Coughs, colds and sore throats
Conspiring to make me bark and sneeze
Despite lemsip, paracetamol and dissolvable disprin
Despite flu jabs, vitamin c and Manuka honey
Despite old wives' remedies and flat 7up
You swell my glands and plump up my nose
You dry my skin
And block my bronchial tubes
Make my eyes stream and tear up
Create mountains of Mucus and swollen nasal membranes
Until I think my dripping nose will never cease
Oh yes the flu has o'er-brimm'd my clammy cells.
Who hath not seen this strand of flu coming?
Where is my immunity?
I am drowsy from the fumes of Vicks vapour rub
Semi unconscious from the odour of Olbas oil
You sit and watch my oozings hour by hour.
Where are the songs of Spring?
Where is our Indian Summer?
Am I now at the mercy of Autumnal change and Winter weariness?
Hot water bottle and heat pads to keep me warm
Ice packs and cold drinks five minutes later
Do I stuff this cold?
Should I starve my fever?
Must have lots of fluids
Must eat a little of what I fancy
Must have Lucozade and multivitamins
Mustn't have lemsip as well as paracetamol
I'm sinking into a duvet day
Chest and nose are whistling
Not really a lullabye
But I finally
Into another season of mist and not so mellow flueyness
Copyright: Brenda Drumm
7 September 2014