Poem 1013 – Dusk

Tonight the world went pink,
A blood transfusion from a dying Sun.
An evening gift of life.

Heading over to the church for an evening meeting tonight, the world was transformed by an eerie light. The group waiting by the door were all bathed with light, reminding me of my Grandad after his regular blood transfusions.
(24.09.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by weyfoto loh on Unsplash

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
Photo by LuAnn Hunt on Unsplash