We are an odd couple, this afternoon and I.
One is prim through the dipping hours;
the other is sloughed in front of a matinée.
This afternoon is sharp as light and holier-than-cat;
its angles drawn to a missionary’s chin that rests
its point on my shoulder. I shrug and smile
at its cartoon natives - the bright whiteness
and conspicuous hurry, the blood-sugar plunge -
and stare back into technicolour, when it was new.
...an extract from 'African Queen'
Sarah Roby has won and been placed in national poetry competitions. She lives in Norwich with her husband and son.
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