Knackered, exhumed, drawn-out,

mesmerised …

H & M tempts, siphoning up the remnants of me through a straw hat,

bidding me with flesh-striped leggings, to sport my way over,

fly over the stationary traffic,

to zone out the time-wasters,

to make mockery of the drivers queuing for home.


I take off …


up and over,


and hover around the aisles looking for a taste of


Something young enough

for a forty-something young lady, with a touch of silver –

perhaps –

a sparkle,

a spangle,

to bring out the grey.


A sequinned dress,

a stick-thin, pinned-out, silvery-sliver for an office party,

just the job for the grey.

Grab and dash.

Give it a try.

Squeeze in, inhale, diminish, deflate and snap.

A broken zip.


Shattered. Wings smashed.


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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