The MRI & I
A Patient Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
An AI Generated Image
Slide into the womb of a huge robot
Wonder what kind of sadist plugs your ears
And then, when you are supine, frozen, caught
Poses questions to you only she hears?
Lie motionless as magnets probe your form
Incubate the dream that this strange ordeal
Will to the wild works of Stan Lee conform
And make your heroic fantasies real
Emerge, quite ordinary, slightly dazed
Remove your ear plugs to be told, "great job!"
Wonder why the attendants are amazed
That you stayed still, without a twitch or sob
Be grateful that this test cost you nothing
Now, about the results, start worrying
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (7)
I once tried to write a poem about getting an MRI and was very unsuccessful, so big applause on this! It captures the experience perfectly
Never had one but now I know what it would be like. I don't like enclosed spaces. I like magnets though. A sonnet for an MRI? That's some inspired poetry!
I've never experienced this before but it seems cool, lol. Hope your results are okay
A relatable sonnet for most. You described it most perfectly.
Im not claustiphobic but once they slid me in, I started to have doubts about staying calm.
You've described this quite well. First time I had one, I was unintentionally making up lyrics to go with the "music." Then I started giggling like an idiot. They had to pause it a couple of times to tell me not to move. Thankfully, I more sensible the second time around.
Definitely have a love/hate relationship with these things, and unfortunately I’m in a place where I have to pay for the pleasure of their EDM beats