Inspired by my love of Shakespeare’s sonnets, and my annoyance at being ignored, here’s one for ‘the bloke in the post office’:
From the other side
Apart from necessary words, like First
or second? One pound twenty six, the post
office cashier will sing a random burst
of tunes, or whistle, distantly, engrossed.
No please or thank you, what a lovely day,
is that the time and is it raining? No,
he scats, he taps and clips as if to say
please go away, you spoil my status quo.
I’m tempted to turn up with drum and bass
or improvise a subtle harmony
to beat him, join him, make him lift his face
from paperwork, engage, duet with me,
turn our encounter to a merry vamp
but all he will acknowledge is a stamp.
© Heather Wastie
Last Saturday, we marked 400 years since Shakespeare died, which could be considered a rather morbid way of marking someone’s achievements. Let’s celebrate Shakespeare every year, as the Scots celebrate Burns! Tomorrow night in Kidderminster we’re doing this ….