Ingrid Bruck is wild flower gardener and a poet inspired by nature. She lives in Amish country in Pennsylvania. This site shocases selected works by her.

Bells Palsy - Published by: Poetry Breakfast

Bells Palsy


To smile is natural until you can’t. It happens fast as a hummingbird. Nerves on one side of the face stop working. Can’t lift the left eye brow. Can’t wink the left eye. You use a finger to open or shut the eyelid. Wear a black patch over that eye to protect it. Can’t drink from a glass. To hold in a straw, you pinch your lips around it. Face and mouth sags, food and drink dribbles. People startle on meeting. You feel like a freak. Understand the Phantom of the Opera wearing a mask, want to join him in the cellar. If you could catch the thief who stole your whistle, you’d spit in his face but can’t. The not bad news is that nerves heal - you recover with gratitude at your good luck.


https://poetrybreakfast.com/2019/06/06/bells-palsy-a-poem-by-ingrid-bruck/


Date Published: June 6, 2019


Guatemalan Trilogy: 25-years-old, white, female, a poet;   Guatemala 1972 & Walls - Published by: Gold Dust Magazine, Issue 35, Summer 2019.