Words at dinner time
By candlelight we dine
The conversation unfurls
As if once held in your napkin,
Each word twisting and turning in your fingers
Before we set it free, on laughter ascending.
One word, love, roams unchained
While others fall upon the table
Like screwed up balls of paper,
Of bold upper case.
Dew runs gently down
The jug of ice-cold water
Towards the tablecloth
Now tired and slightly creased.
We drink from glasses half-full
While shadows in the garden lengthen,
And lean in
To hear secrets told
To each other
To hold forever.
But sometimes it is plenty
To sit and let this moment be
To let it envelope you and me.
Unaccompanied by words.
In your lap And mine.
I only went in for a V-neck jumper.
Black, nothing fancy, just for work you understand.
I climbed the steps to menswear,
The anticipated simplicity of my task soon melting in the white light.
I thumbed among the clothes rails like a lovelorn teenager fingering vinyl
And coveted forbidden shelves like a young man on his first, furtive visit to Boots.
I stared at folded garments hoping they would speak their size and price of their own accord.
I outfoxed attendant attentions with footwork I thought I had long forgotten on the dance-floor.
But to no avail.
The pressure grew and the heat intensified
Until even I thought I recognised myself in the floor-length mirror
From the front of the Evening News,
As a shoplifter or pixelated gangster.
But you try and find a V-neck jumper.
Black, nothing fancy, just for work you understand
‘That’s right son, I’ve heard it all before’
I imagined they’d say down the station.
There were round-necks and polo-necks and ones with collars like Elizabethan ruffs.
Buttoned-up, zipped-up, full-length, half-length,
Plus one that went below the knee – Surely misplaced from womenswear?
Striped, piped, checked, loud, pastel,
Excess XS, a helluva lot of XL.
‘It’s all out on the floor’ they said.
And some frayed at the edges
Apparently they’re ‘in.’
If only it was still last season I mumble as I head towards the Sale rail.
I stepped outside into the dark
My stomach empty
And the walk home longer than ever I remember.
What you bought she asked?
As I dropped my bags at her feet.
Not a v-neck jumper that’s for sure.