Love Sick

© Jan Steen, Sick woman 1665

‘It’s nothing serious’
the good doctor said
as she as she sat there
pillow for head, rest of body

She can’t eat
can’t sleep
can’t think
can’t focus on her chores

even the cuckoo clock
thinks she’s slightly gone
and lost the plot

‘My child, my child’
the doctor chided
‘I can find nothing physically
wrong with you
methinks it must be love.’

At which the teen
flushed and smiled.


© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Apparently in the write up I read about this, the artist painted this a little bit tongue in cheek. If you enlarge the picture you’ll see she has a smile on her face and he himself referred to it as the woman being ‘love sick’….so, I went with that.

Shared with Magpie Tales #138 Artist Jan Steen, Sick woman, 1665

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

24 thoughts on “Love Sick”

  1. Nice one!! Love can make us very very sick. I think I remember that….not being able to eat or think or sleep. I want that again. I don’t. I do…

  2. This is a wonderful poem, Bren. I love the way you brought the teenage girl into the mix. Didn’t I read somewhere that the lady was pregnant? Love Sick, indeed! That’s enough to render a coy smile. Thank you for sharing this.

  3. I loved this, Bren. You walk us around the room, offering glimpses of symptoms and process, then bring the title to bear in the end. Clever write.

  4. Love can bring all sorts of effects on teens. The good Dr cleverly ‘diagnosed’ a correct answer to the malady! Nicely Bren!


  5. Ah yes, the life of a woman, especially in those wild and wonderful teen years when everything is so new and fresh…. lovely read!

  6. even the cuckoo clock
    thinks she’s slightly gone
    and lost the plot…haha i love that line…

    and love will def jack you up….this was a fun piece bren…smiles.

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