Branwell Clinic
By seashore
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Branwell Clinic
by Julia (Overthetop1)
I entered the yellow world
of smoke and curious faces,
clutching my poetry
and vitamin pills - shortly to be confiscated -
(we don't encourage pill-popping of any kind here)
I kept the poetry, but the words scrambled,
So instead I played dominoes
with sweet-faced Patrick, who may have been 55 or 75
He had dried out more times than a shoreline in Summer
his shakes tumbled the dominoes, but still he beat me.
Jason looked as though he belonged to far-off lands –
not Deptford - his emaciated features contorted, as he
sweated through a new drug designed to ease withdrawals,
which was working about as well as Neil's legs -
strong as wood, they splintered under a seizure
whilst Paul, the ferocious right-wing skinhead,
cradled Neil's head in his lap like a baby
and watched over me, my glowering guardian angel.
We had a barbeque in sub-zero weather
and ran like dizzy deer, kicking a football in the snow -
regaling each other with tales of drug-induced catastrophes,
weak with tears of laughter and guilt...
Who will make it through this scheme of shivery sickness,
we asked each other incessantly
You will - you too, I insisted
But I was wrong, as the old-hands had predicted
Not him, not her, despite their protestations
and endurance of pain so severe, they hugged themselves
like their own mothers - continuing to whirl around
the turnstiles of euphoria and desperation.
Me? I left with new poems...
And a new addiction.
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Only someone who's been
Only someone who's been through it could share that. But so many who are thinking of experimenting don't seem to want to listen or contmeplate what it could bring, or find a stronger helping hand than experimentation in drugs in their feelings of need. Rhiannon
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I'm impressed
I like the way you convey the pain of the addicts - and their more positive aspects - through little snapshots rather than any hair pulling or emotional statements. The poem's more powerful for doing so. Very good.
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The little details of the
The little details of the different people, the cameraderie, all laid out for us. I hope this does help people to understand a little.
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This is pretty wonderful.
This is pretty wonderful. Made me think of my lovely lost sister who had been locked into addiction. You make me feel like writing about her, it's been a long time. xx
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Another piece of Julia's that
Another piece of Julia's that's struck a chord with so many already and should be shared as widely as possible.
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I enjoyed this, particularly
I enjoyed this, particularly as I once did a 24 week stint in rehab (am clean and sober now!) Who will make it? It's an unknowable question.
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Another very finely written &
Another very finely written & moving poem by Julia - delicate, wise, transformative, and most of all effortlessly human. Thanks for sharing this seashore.
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This is our Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week - congratulations!
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This is so film like - the
This is so film like - the mise-en-scène manages to sequence the internal and external aspects of mental health and addiction with a colourful brevity. It's such a striking piece of work.
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An excellent poem, filled
An excellent poem, filled with beautiful nuances and truths.
Sam Hennig
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Great idea. Please let me
Great idea. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help
Sam Hennig
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this is so good
Love the way it draws you immediately in with world of yellow smoke and curious faces, tangible, intelligent and heartfelt xx
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This is our Poem of the Mpnth
This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!
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