Not Wanted Here: Ninth Tattersby

Posted by ractrose on 16 Jan 2019 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Tattersby         Not Wanted Here   Awkward. He reminds himself he’d said it to the host Not long ago. He’d meant Fiona. Tattersby. And the awkwardness was Sex. Well, but…the guest says, temporizing. In this dense fog, strolling with somnambulant, cautious footing, he feels the sheen of mist […]