The New Man

Six new ties
Draped on his bannisters,
Makes for mild surprise.

He never cared before
For dashes and sprays of colour,
Lavish contours, moody silhouettes.

Grey pants, black blazer, white shirt
Was his choice with a flat tie,
A bib between lapels.

In our day, his interest
Mainly lay
In tying me to him.

Now he wraps fancy knots
Around his own neck.
And is more contented.

Gossip

1.

And so he stopped talking, ceased
Sending funny attachments on the E-mail,
Coaxing her to make cups of tea

While they worked,
Making those grinning remarks.
Making any remarks.

2.

He had been there nights,
Shared with her in the tavern haze
Where vapour set them mellow,

Freed them from corralled
Certainties of rural life,
Tight wrongs, rights.

3.

In the light of day
He keeps in his pocket
Hand-written notes

Of how to be, what to say.
With these writs he waits
On the nods of his neighbours.

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Biography

Began writing after a long gap/ Previous publications - Raven Introductions, Sunday Independent Icarus. Recent pub' Sunday Tribune, Electric Acorn. Presently attending/undergoing MA course in Creative Writing.