Saturday, 10 January 2015


 This poem is inspired by the pattern I go through when I go to get a new prescripton for my medication.

 It was also an experiment in style. I'm better at strict form poetry, but I'm pretty happy with this one.


Two little white pills

Ten and twenty everyday

Running out
Go to get some more

Up for eight
Call the surgery

See the doctor
"Are they helping?"

Smile and shrug
"It could be much worse."

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