Stuart Robertson - Photographer
Nothing gained
Same old story every time
She’s seen in the right sort of place
Independent, comfortable,
champion of hopeless causes
Close by in profile
Wolfing down school dinner supper
Later on wall flower
Clinging onto ancient radiator
Foot tapping time
To the night’s live attraction
Probable second chances
Far less credible third time lucky
Outside in Chatham town weekend
Crowded grey pavement
First thoughts for the children
Or hiding behind them
Avoid disappointment by not interrupting
Her disappearance into a night time distance
Little distinction between
Waking white feathers and recalled dream
No place for heroes in either it seems
Wasn’t her face but might well have been
Bravery shown in sleep and not when it counted
Phone number exchange is where eyes opened
Disfigured figure eights not able to be read
Other numbers pen-blurred on blotting paper
background
Trust me to be thwarted by circmstance
Especially when in sub-conscious charge of it
Damp-squib dreams- you can keep them
Wishing as ever to venture nothing