Today I am a guest on Ester Chilton’s blog. In my guest post I talk about what caused me to write my poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. To read my article pleas follow this link to Esther Chilton’s blog https://estherchilton.co.uk/2025/06/13/guest-writer-spot-172/?jetpack_skip_subscription_popup. Please do leave any comments you may have on Esther’s blog.
On Thursday 8 May, I appeared on the World Poetry Reading Series. During the show, I read a number of my poems and discussed how my time in hospital whilst recovering from an operation to remove a brain abscess inspired me to compose poetry.
For a link to the podcast please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-may-8-2025-kevin-morris/
. My segment starts approximately 22 minutes into the podcast.
On 27 February, I wrote about my admission to Walton Neuro Centre in Liverpool where I Underwent treatment for a brain abscess (https://kmorrispoet.com/2025/02/27/an-explanation-from-kevin-morris/).
I am delighted to report that I was discharged from Walton Neuro Centre and I’m now writing this in my mum’s back garden as birds sing and wind chimes tinkle.
I am grateful beyond words to the staff in Walton Neuro Centre for their excellent care.
Some of the poems I composed whilst in hospital will find their way into a future poetry collection, or perhaps into a book dedicated to my experiences of dealing with my brain abscess.
You can find out about the Walton Centre here Home | The Walton Centre Website.
Nurses go to and thro.
While on the ward
The patients mostly feel bored.
Some watch daytime TV
Or sleep the day away.
As for me
I look forward to visiting time
And meantime rhyme.
.
I find the nurses are kind.
They will chat
Of this and that.
.
I grow fat
But try to exercise.
Its no surprise
That food breaks up the day
So patients eat
To keep the boredom at bay.
.
At boarding school
The lights went out at 10.
The hospital’s rules
Are similar to them.
.
Here there is no beer.
Lights stay on longer,
(But the nurses control them).
.
I grow stronger
And desire my own bed
And private time
To indulge in rhyme.
. Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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