Sunday, 7 February 2010

Strawberry liquorice

(I've put this one up at the request of a boy I met at the Scribe magazine launch this very night. It gestated on my phone's notepad for a while, before surfacing in front of the mic.)

That woman smells

of strawberry liquorice.

I wonder if she has strands of it

tucked up in her neat hair,

covertly tugging out one at a time

for a tasty treat in a boring meeting.

1 comment:

  1. Both a lovely poem and a CRACKING IDEA. Damn this short hair; I may have to limit myself to sherbert and Foamy Shrimp.