Do you ever look in that mirror
and think a part of yourself has been chinked away
like a suit armour worn
in the Cold light of a seasonal day
the gaps in our capacity to learn
those hang ups left in the cloak room.
Ticket stubs and checking out winter coats.
collecting telephone numbers
that you haven’t yet clocked
are that of a streetwise demoiselle.
If you spent less time worrying
about others bread trails
you could of found your own.
or have you lost your way
following the misdirection
of the hand maidens tales.