In Marks and Spencer’s coffee shop

August 25, 2010 at 7:57 pm (Uncategorized)

Still cagouled against the incessant rain outside

she tucks her capacious handbag between her feet

an umbrella and walking stick added encumbrances

beneath the tiny table.

She arranges the contents of her tray with precision:

scone first, sliced and meagerly buttered,

tea in the pot stirred then poured

the ritual neat and meticulous.

She drinks and eats, and nothing more,

no purchases to peruse

nor interest in her fellow patrons,

unremarkable and inoffensive,

but strangely out of place

amongst the affluent shoppers

with their beige linen jackets and

ostentatious jewellery.

She is still there as we leave

finished but sitting,


the price of a seat in the warm and dry.


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