I’ve broached this subject before, early on in my blogging days. So to recap, my hobby is building detailed 1/8 scale model cars. I needed to make a part to represent a rubber “S” shaped hose and decided to make a lead bar bend it then paint it black. I needed to use a little camping gas stove, which needed a new gas canister, in the process the canister leaked and burst into flame. Causing severe burns to my right arm and hand, some to my left hand and flash burns to my face, which some say is much improved. Grafts were took from my thighs to repair the damage. This was back in March 2025. I spent three weeks in hospital..

I’ve all ready posted this, but it goes so well with today’s prompt.

              Spirits

Blue flame, blue flame, that was all I could see,

Blue flame, blue flame, enveloping me.  Blood and pain, blood and pain, like hot acid rain,

As I descended to hell never to come back again.  

Down a black tunnel I spun and I fell, Then a white light appeared could this really be Hell?

Then I lie on a bed surrounded by love,

This wasn’t Hell,  I’d been lifted above!

Now I’m not religious, so it couldn’t be true,

But how to explain these spirits in grey, white and blue

They tended my wounds, and eased all my fears,

  
I hadn’t felt this peace for hundreds of years.

An elegant black man he danced round the floor,

An old friend was there, I’d never met before.

A saint and an angel they floated around,

 What were they? What were they these spirits I’d found?

    Day and night,  night and day to my needs they tended,

     Love and care, love and care, their patience never ended.

     As the dawn broke on me, as to what I had done,

     My undying gratitude those nurses had won.

Meadow Head Bard.