Jayne, who humbles me,
talked of bumps and ate my chips,
dipped in beans.
‘The book gets better,'
- her modelling shots-
‘the more you keep at it.'
'Like poems,' I said.
She paused and nodded
her black mop.
I spoke of poems
printed in magazines.
‘Yeah,' she said, ‘That's success.'
She told of 50 pounds a day
being just a mannequin
wearing a dress.
‘I'll never give up,'
she said to her third glass of water
taking a drink.
I resolved to fail better.
‘When you think,' said Jayne,
'The book goes on forever.'
* Well done, Donal.
make "Dipped" into "dipped."
Also second "The" should be "the" in 2nd stanzas and in the last line.
Jeez, Donal, I read this twice and both times came away with a different perception. I'll be quitting while ahead. Wanted you to know that I like this a lot, but dare not try to say why.