This may be my last post, for a while anyway. Apple has updated my iPad, and as a consequence I have lost all my recent writing.

This was written March 25 when I was in hospital being treated for burns.

              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.

All words Meadowhead Bard.