Poem: ‘Handbags’

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She breezes in
as if no crisis were enveloping.

I’m asked to comment
on the bright red handbag,

glitzy, chic — expensive,
as it’s thrust in my face.

I look at her clothes,
the mask which cost more

than dinner for two.
And then the eyes. What do I see?

Nothing but sadness, emptiness
behind those roundels of blue.

So of course, the handbag is fine,
and that’s what I say, though

it’s far more than I would pay.
Gratified, she scoots off

without once asking how I am

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*Fine accessories…

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