A Mosquito feeding on blood

A Mosquito feeding on blood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How about that time when the pesky insect maddened by smell of blood
pursued me beneath a blanket?
Inflamed I swotted
the creature to the ground
where it lay crushed like overripe berry!

Awakened I sat unhappy,
pulled my journal out, faced my fears in vain
Psalms recalled, I had rebuked the One

for causing pain,
begging relief with tears aplenty

You suggested time out after therapy

which had lips plumped with steroids,
curves ballooned from fluid retention;
Like the psalmist I claimed no soundness of flesh –
Like him, my loins were full of inflammation

How I cried out in frustration –
I am one with this acclamation!
I called on a host of angels
and saints in procession,
demanding their intercession.

You turned over.

©Millicent Danker
21 March 2005


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