A salesman in stance.
He stalks between,
the shining cloth, the ironed sheets.
He offers a chalice of pens.
Two shillings apiece.
Like gauze the sheets fall,
One, two, ten.
Scattering, like so many butterfly wings
Beige, grey. Never white.
Still tied with unravelling string
White is for the postmaster,
Taking on important ink, from notable nibs.
Inked keels and ribs.
Grey remains. Flitting between the stacks.
Primed for the recording of dreams.
So he begins.
After Jean Follain
Mia Mouron-Adams is the KS4 winner of the Forward Young Responses 2015-16