Blood Donor

She smiles as the lancet pricks his finger tip

(Soft thing he winces at the pain of it)  

Must check if you’re anaemic sir (she says)

(All the time wanting so to lick at it –

that rich red ruby of glistening blood-

but instead takes pastette and draws it up)

Your haemoglobin level is fine (she says)

(she takes his hand and leads him to the bed.

Inside (her mouth) tongue licks curls round her fangs.) 

Jump up, lie down (she says and strokes his head). 

(His heart bounces at the very touch of her,

he knows he loves her – he has all the time.)

She wraps the cuff round his arm, pumps it up
locates the median cubital vein,

needle in, gravity fed blood leaks out,

four hundred seventy mls   drip drip drip,

(she licks her lips at the very sight of it),

needle out, Rest now (she says with soothing calm.)

He rested now and tea and biscuits downed

 he ever shyly looks across at her.

(I will drink well tonight (she thinks but says))

Well done kind sir you are spectacular,

your hundredth donation today!  Well done! 

We’re indebted to you Count Dracula!

Anna :o] 

Mary’s challenge at dVerse is to think of and compose verse round a character of modern day mythology.  She writes:

“Reinvent that character! Find an unexpected situation in which to place your character; and perhaps tweak his/her personality a bit. When you put your character in a situation, determine what will happen next.  Go from there…….  Hopefully, steer your poem in some kind of thematic direction.”

Initially deciding I didn't have time to play – and I really don’t – I should be in bed now – I  just  couldn't  stop  the  thought  of  Count  Dracula  being  a  blood  donor…so  Mary  the  above  is  my  donation  to  your  excellent  prompt!  (Erm -  don't  know  why t his  is  so   tiny  upon  posting...)

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Author: 2112guy; cropped by Before My Ken