Writing in Snow

Mercurochrome

Red
liquid
in a glass
bottle was my
Grandmother’s cure for
for every sting, cut, scrape
scratch, bite, and gash I received.
The minute she heard me screaming
or saw my wounds, she got the bottle
and placed a drop of the stinging-burning
fluid on each gash, sore, wound, or lesion.
I watched the crimson solution stain
my fair skin, as it seared the germs
that threatened my abrasion.
Mercurochrome, Grandma’s
favorite weapon
to her battle
to protect
me from
germs.

Line count: 20
Form: Double Etheree - consists of 20 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 syllables.
Week 3 2011 Poetic Exploration