Poetry corner

Dolphins of Dagenham – by Hanky Meatspin

The divorce,
That ripped that family into a whole three quarters,
Wantonly spoke at the cat in Dutch paint

The letter,
That signalled the end of days around the spoon,
Talking of deeds never spoken of then

His cheques,
Written in jest of days when they were once happened of yet,
Spoken words on tea towels

The sound of closure,
Closing closily in a closing way backwards,
Moisture clinging from Scouts

The fork of destiny,
Hanging like a sausage around their cloaks,
They leave

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