Poem 453 – O+

‘Your blood is precious’
But can I give?

A sharp quick prick on
my outstretched finger.

One bead of blood,
red, thick with life.

All hesitate,
will it descend?

The droplet falls,
a nod is given.

I donated blood today. My haemoglobin test is always borderline, I often fail, and so it’s always a trend moment when I’m tested.
(13.03.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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