Monday, 11 April 2016

April Poems 2016/11

A Response to the Question “Have You Told Her Yet?”

Her front door clicks shut.
He'd hoped for a hinge-rattling slam
shaking the adjacent window in its frame
(was it too much to ask to shatter?)
but the door is fire-safe
a pneumatic arm closes it silently
reducing his dramatic exit
of “I'm leaving you forever,”
to the apologetic murmur
“I'll see myself out.”
At the bottom of the path he kicks the gate
stubs his toe of the wall and curses.
One look back at the house and a shout
“You'll not get that divorce.
I'll stay with the wife now”
but she has no response
while Eastenders is on.

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