This month’s haiku prompt is…surgery and scars! Many thanks to blog reader David Mac for the inspiration! David came up with this wonderful haiku already:
Triple heart bypass
Scarred for life I’m pleased to say
… for life … for life …yay!
October 22nd was actually Scar Appreciation Day and the wonderful stories and photos people were sharing over on Instagram for that confirmed my suspicion that this would be an interesting topic to explore with you all.
Maybe your only scars are tiny needle marks from blood tests, or maybe you are a fully certified member of the “zipper club” – whatever your thoughts about heart-related surgery and/or scars, love them or hate them, we want to hear about it via the medium of haiku.
The usual reminder: a haiku is a three-line poem with 17 syllables, arranged so there are 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third. But, as ever, we are not the haiku police and nobody will be penalised for having the “wrong” number of syllables. ALL creative contributions are welcome and will be received so gratefully!
Just leave your contribution (haiku or otherwise) in the comments section at the end of this post if you would like to be included in this month’s collaborative zine. Remember, you don’t have to comment under your real name – a pseudonym is fine and I’ll use whatever name you leave with your comment when I make up the finished zine. Also, feel free to interpret the prompt any way you like and to reveal as much or as little as you choose – would be great to see some tongue-in-cheek responses to the topic alongside more serious contributions.
I have four scars from heart-related procedures, but have never had open heart surgery and have always (so far) healed well, so they don’t impact on my life too much. Even so, it hasn’t stopped me writing a haiku about one of them for you! Pictured above is the scar I’ve chosen to write about. No, my scar doesn’t look like a 1p piece, my scar is next to the 1p piece. Still can’t see it? I promise it’s there, just to the right of the “TH” of “Elizabeth”. This practical pin-prick (it’s only around 3mm across) on the inside of my right wrist was the access point for an angiogram nine years ago, meaning a tube was inserted into this opening and fed all the way to my heart.
Tiny scar on wrist
Granted access to my heart –
All is connected.
Ah, the wonders of modern medicine! And the wonders of the human body! Although the thought of angiogram can make me feel rather woozy, it also amazes me and looking at this scar usually reminds me that lots of minor miracles have already been performed on me and will probably be performed on me in the future…as long as we still have the NHS, of course.
I have written one other haiku about a scar before, and it’s one that I feel much less positive about – the large and mysterious scar on my heart (cause unknown) that stops it from functioning as it should.
The hearts of sinners
My scarred heart says…what?
If you managed to catch my recent presentation on Cogheart, you’ll already know about my interest in stories of saints and sinners and how their (im)morality was often believed to manifest itself physically within or upon the heart. That’s a blog post (and a half) for another time! Suffice to say my scarred heart might have marked me out as a bad egg once upon a time, but what (if anything) does it say about me now?
I know many of you reading this will be much better qualified than I am to write about scars and surgery, and I can’t wait to hear what you all have to say! As ever, I will do my best to have the zine available for free download by the end of the month. Happy haikuing!