“Cafe Scenes ix – xiv” by Will Vigar



The private tutor

try as she might


cannot force

the correct



of the word “verb”


to issue from

her students lips.




He is not as hidden

as he believes.


The manager

asks him to turn


the pornography off

and leave the premises.





“She always brings

extra biscuits for God

and makes sure

there is enough tea

for his cup.”


She acknowledges

that his cup fails

to runneth over.

It just goes cold

and is wasted.





They are in love

and planning

their wedding.


Alles klar

until the mention

of babies.


She blooms

and flushes

and practices

her clucking.


The fear he feels

Turns his eyes

dead and cold.


Silently he plans

his escape.





An old man, arthritic and feeble

pulls an aged canvas roll from his bag.

He unwraps it with a wistful smile

and immeasurable pride.


With elegant solemnity

he passes the delicate tools

of his delicate trade

as an heirloom

– filigreed and shining –

to his disinterested grandson

who sees nothing

but an obsolete curio.


His interest only piques

when he checks his smartphone

and finds that antique watchmakers tools

fetch a good price on eBay





She soon realises

That hot chocolate

Even with cream

And sprinkles

And a flake

Is not the portal

To happiness

She thought it might be.



She makes the call anyway

Her world changes


More poetry at http://www.aswiftexit.co.uk


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