"The doctor will see you now," says the doctor's
The Weather is shown in.
The Weather has been everywhere.
Physicians of every stripe have applied their treatments.
They have postured.
They have held forth.
They have convened in spacious venues.
The doctor waves his stethoscope around,
out of doors,
turning in circles and sometimes wandering off into the brambles
as if he were dousing for water, or
simply off his nut.
The doctor's assistant, the same woman as before,
hands him, by turns,
and several odd specimens in jars.
Lids discarded, jars turned on their sides,
these creatures bound away into the surrounding area.
"A closer look seems in order," proclaims the doctor,
and presently, he and his wife,
the same woman as before,
are airborne in the gondola of a hot air balloon.
The doctor employs a magnifying glass
and spouts his findings as she takes it all down.
The Weather blows them hither and yon.
"hither and yon."
These are medical terms best not used by laymen.
"What is your diagnosis, doctor?" asks his lover,
the same woman as before.
He gives her his diagnosis and she is delighted with it.
Eventually, they descend.
The doctor is pleased with results so far.
sighs and wonders, is all medical inquiry so glorious?
The Weather continues to exhibit a variety of symptoms.
They occur, presenting at intervals, and then repeat,
As yet, no effective remedy has been developed,
but work continues,
and research is at times uncommonly enthusiastic.
for Kerry's Shakespeare prompt at Real Toads. I added a dash of steampunk, in Kerry's honor, too. The quote I took my title from is as follows:
"This we prescribe, though no physician;
Deep malice makes too deep incision;
Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
Our doctors say this is no month to bleed."