Poem by Steph Davin. Illustration by Jane Hall
Smythe Here: Mr Smythe, (Lytton-Smythe in youth), Lecturer, a father soon and All-round-nice-guy, so they say. There: Mrs Smythe (“Lilly, dear” in youth) Growing ever-rounder now and Makes-beds-all-day, so they say. Now, Sitting in bed, thinking of youth, Foot on foot and reading the paper Toast on plate and slurping of tea Relishing being clichés. To come, a mystery: Her object, ﬁnding truth; his subject, “truth theories”. And rushing in, Lipstick on collar (another cliché) Everyone watching and licking their lips Talking tired and sleeping angry All too late – “So sad”, they say. With “Mr” and “Mrs” ideas of the past, The Symthes are overcome at last (But Now, still, he passes the plate and Now, still, she laughs).
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