Thursday, 26 November 2009

An interval proposal

Precise etiquette of theatre-goers

ensures we ignore each other, disengage,

with eyes ahead avoiding bonds.

It’s all about a man-made stage

and fixing curtains with tunnel vision

so everything’s … predictable.

Until young Andrew eats a crimson lollipop

and with his little mouth all sticky, sees

an ice cream mountain waved by a girl in front.

He fancies a swap and offers, asks with glee

‘How about sharing?’ She stares ahead, licking

too hard. He clocks me with a twinkle, nods.

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