Tag: medicine

• Memories of Amoxicillin

  There was a bottle in the cupboardthe colour of weak sunshine,with a label half‑peeledand a smell you could recognisefrom three rooms away.Thick as custard,sweet in a way nothing natural ever is,it clung to the spoonlike it didn’t want to let go. We hated it, of course;the way it coated your tongue,the way it lingeredlong after…

  Tavendale

  6th Mar 2026

  Poetry

  amoxicillin, bananas, childhood, medication, medicine, nostalgia, original, poem, poems, writing