Heal Thyself O Patient: Part V

‘I need do some searching tests to be sure, ‘For, what I see seems serious ‘nough and ill', I was like grin, grimace but aught endure, And unsure as ever of the evil— Of ailment and treatment of my elbow; A vision of an endless dark tunnel Flashed in mind that was dark as much as dull, Something sinister more than pain churned in maw. ‘Take a course of killer tabs to start with, ‘Your elbow should be under careful eyes', He said, eying my bone like a hound-smith. But as if pregnant the swelling did rise, A cyst filled with liquid— my kin and kith, Guesses galore were made, gags of surmise. _________________________________________________ This is a sequence of nine sonnets on one theme. See the note at end of the last poem. ________________________________________________________ Sonnets | 07.11.12 | Topic: body, nature, healing, doctor, patient