Saturday 3 September 2011

A Wee Poem: The Watchmaker's Wife

Her nails are picked to the quick,
not bitten.
She is the Watchmaker's wife
for purposes of definition
(contained within parentheses)
in this poem.

But a poem is too neat
too nice
too short.

In reality,
it's a long story.
Back to the beginning.
A life.
Her life.
Full of drama.
Full of episodes,
not asides.
Nothing in brackets.

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