A Blue Shark in My bed

This time three years ago, was the beginning of my three months is hospital, originally suffering from a “mystery” virus, and then I had a stroke, followed by another minor stroke. … Somehow I managed to write about that three month journey via my poems, and today I’m presenting the first poem I wrote from my hospital bed during that time …

A Blue Shark in My bed




I’m lying in bed, hallucinating

They’ve given me too many pain killers

Swimming between soaked sheets

In an ocean of hot sweat

I see a blue shark in my bed

Angrily circling me

That killers glint in his eyes

His giant jaws open wide

And he viciously bites me

Piercing my lower neck

And poking my left eye out

My blood is boiling on the red sea


If this is hell, please ring the bell

I shall pray to save my soul, and be set free

I’m swirling in drugs, I cannot think

My eyes are shut, I cannot blink

Where are you mum

I was always your number one

She’d make me my favourite cake

A passion-fruit sponge she’d bake

I sense a benevolent friend, if he’s not too late

Smuggling me a gun, past white guards, inside mum’s cake


To you who cannot see me, I’m an ancient fable

Who’s about to leave the table

With the rest of the disabled

I’ll look for you, in your higher stables

How can I find my way back?

I’ve lost my winding track

Life for me cannot be the same

I’m not recovering, I’m losing the game

Forgotten my name and where to aim

Destiny has me old and lame





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

47 thoughts on “A Blue Shark in My bed”

      1. Sometimes it is part of the healing to go back and look at stuff like that. I was in Geelong hospital for a week a few years ago – it was quite an experience. Three months would be an ordeal. They have so many things beeping and all those PA announcements really got to me when I was on the mend.

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      2. I was in an isolation ward/room for 2 weeks at the start … that was unbelievably surreal .. that’s when I invented/created my space-craft.. “ITMIMS” , Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space

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    1. I suppose it was a living nightmare … I think my my writings were a way of maintaining my sanity and distracting my mind from the aches and pains .. and now that I look back and read these poems, I am amazed myself at what I wrote during those arduous 3 months 😊🌏💕📖

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    1. Haha… funny things happen … so ironic today… here I am reposting poems from my times spent in hospital 3 years ago … I get a call from the hospital today … that my long awaited left elbow operation is going happen next Wednesday … the procedure has been delayed because of “Covid”… my left hand has been numb for a year, and they seem to think that the situation can be repaired .. ‘Yeah’ … a day or two, and I’ll be home … 😃 life is full of unusual coincidences .. 😃😏

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