Papers Please

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,
secretary, clerk.
Taking on important ink, from notable nibs.
Shorthand spirals,
Inked keels and ribs.

Grey remains. Flitting between the stacks.
Plucked insects
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