Her Umbrella


It’s a fine thing, a furled umbrella, Madam
I shall let my daughter choose she answered
This is like a parasol, just small and neat and blacker
Than a cat. I said, pointing over the counter

The salesman smiled

A fine choice; as carried by Princess Anne
Fox framed and light in the hand –
Twelve pounds and sixpence
But just the ticket on the Tube
To keep away blundering passengers
To shield you from hostility

To keep you warm and dry and loved

Till you get home

Your daughter’s choice, he winked at me

And so we sung in rain and ran and twirled.

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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