From across the room
Eyeballed me on the 10 inch screen,
It’s tracery of veins
A network of canals, the orange-red sphere
the red planet
With a bright yellow centre.
Now, said the ophthalmologist,
Pointing out the dark smudges across its surface
Let’s look for signs of cataracts
And macular degeneration.
She eyed my eyeball closely.
I sat forward and awaited the verdict.
* photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
4 thoughts on “Awaiting the Verdict”
Very well observed and perfectly turned into a poem.
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thanks; much appreciated 🙂
It’s a good thing you’re keeping on top of these things, no-one wants a degenerate macula, there’s no telling what it may get up to …
Lol 🙂 I’ll pay that one, Carolyn 🙂