The doc listens,
tick tock, 
to a pulse drown
by a ticking clock.
Chilly feet
and winter humours
warmed on boxes,
with embers blooming,
toasty warm, burning peat
heating old oak stoofjes*.
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*Stoofjes were portable, small boxes carried around by woman in which peat or charcoal was burnt to keep their feet warmed. The small box shown at the bottom left corner is a stoffje, and shows a ribbon of smoke coming from it.
Magpie Tales Poetry, prompt 138- http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/mag-138.html
Fine post, and I learned about stoofjes. (Before this I had heard only of the three Stoofjes.)
LOL!