So – having recently been in a pharmacy – here is my curious prompt-fusion poem. It is, I realise now, perhaps a sister poem to one from NaPoWriMo last year – The Pies of Awareness – which could be the metaphysical bakery next door to the location this poem takes place in (or rather, doesn’t – or only does metaphysically).
Apparently this year I’m all about poems with a shop theme – maybe I’ll produce a whole High Street of metaphysical shopfronts in a collection…Hmm…
A Charm Against Losing It
As Spoken by Debonair MetaPharmasista, Crisby LeFross
Ding! Ding! Enter my Pharmacie, wherein
You seek – yes? – the absent medicine
Of moments missed by blinking eyes
Ideas to furnish thin grey skies
With Siamese Magpies. Have a seat.
Take a load off those full-time feet.
Remove your shoes, your toes replete
On my laminate of real summer-park grass.
In one deep breath, I’ll (with a curtsey) pass
Across the counter’s telescopic glass
Your beaming, blank prescription.