by Jacob Polley
Darling, d'you think you can't see as you did?
Then find inside this battered tin,
this tin that smells of cold metal and rust,
these steel-rimmed spectacles. Hook them on,
for I want you to see as you did again.
Others have. Those who've aged, or lost,
have worn them a while, and regained
lovers or sons, memories or minds,
then returned to their lives, less vague, less blind.
Now look straight at me and say what you see.
Tell me I look as I looked before,
that you feel as you felt. That I'm yours.
The Prescription is from Little Gods, published by Picador, UK. Posted with permission of the poet.
Also, don't miss Polley's A Jar of Honey.
This week's Poetry Friday round-up is at Great Kid Books.