In the middle of a long dark period, I remembered my nan. A seamstress with a stylish cigarette, a working class ethic and a warm, positive outlook.
Puff Enough
Nimbus-fucking-stratus for months.
I need a gust. A decent puff.
Better – a hurricane of luck,
At least, a luck-puff enough for
enough blue sky to make a pair of sailor’s trousers!
That’s what my nan would’ve said
with a single, gentle outbreath flavoured
Messrs Benson & Hedges and golden blown --
she would've known
how to stitch
around the grey
to pretty dresses.