Saturday, 1 October 2011


To psychoanalyse a wigmaker
beneath his candelabra:
a mutineer under this much light,

vainglorious as he embarks on
another’s defect with a
serpentine blur of hands,

regurgitating russet to peroxide,
conferring his rebuilding, and
justiciable by a blurry law of hair.


  1. I particularly like this one. It evokes a striking image of a rather eccentric character in a gothic setting being theatrical in a Sweeney Todd sort of way! Either you have a way with words or I have a very strange imagination...T

  2. I'm sure you do, but I trust the words play their part.