Poetry Pleases: Ss...andra
In this ssplendily ssibilant poem Susan Siddeley payss a vissit to the dentisst.
Ss..andra’s the Dental Assistant,
dark-haired, unobtrusive and sslight.
She glides to the swoosh of the water.
The Dentist assesses your bite.
“Passs me the ssuction Ss..andra,
Ss..usan needs drying, okay.”
Ss..andra readies the water for rinsing,
sslipping silently to obey.
The drill hisses on in the sstillnesss.
Ss..andra, starts sstirring the filling.
The swish of the water is ssoothing,
though my mind iss on The Billing.
The cavity feelss sso enormous,
Ss..andra swivels her sstool,
“Here’ss the amalgam Doctor.”
I try smiling, but it comes out a drool.
He packs in the paste with a sspatula,
(I think he’d besst use a sspade).
Ss..andra ssighs, and swiftly starts ssiding
the sspurious toolss of thiss trade.
She off-sswitches the sstream in the basin,
stacking scissors and pincers all tidy.
She sweeps the swabs off his tray-stand,
whissp’ring softly “ssee you next Friday.”
