Morning (Mourning) Aura

a quatern about a migraine's visual aura

Where before was perfect sight

Is now a blinding, pulsing light

There's a migraine on the way

What a way to start the day

A glowing blur of a rainbow bright

Where before was perfect sight

At least I'm not behind the wheel

And I've got meds to help me deal

I'm darkening the whole house now

It always helps a bit somehow

Where before was perfect sight

The aura tells me of a blight

So, for now, I'll muddle through

There's not much more that I can do

I've a blinding, pulsing light

Where before was perfect sight

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2023

Author's Note

My take on a migraine I had, in a favorite fixed form, the quatern

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I like the repetition in this piece...also I have several family members who suffer from migraines...it takes a lot out of you, and leaves you exhausted....they say a dark room is good therapy.... your writing is vivid and really shows us the pain and suffering.... NICE!
Warmly, B

[Desert Knave]

Thanks so much. Migraines have been a regular part of my life as far back as I can recall. ~Jim

[Betty Hermelee]

You are most welcome!
Warmly, B