"Apitate Ring"

No bank remains on the High Street corner

Where the Yorkshire Penny once stood.


On Saturday afternoons

Its granite steps transformed

To a gospel preachers’ rostrum

As with spittle flecked chins they

Bellowed at sinful shoppers passing by

God’s everlasting love for them

And the assurance of perpetual burning,

For the recalcitrant

Just a heart beat away.


My fiancée, dumped the Apitate ring

I sent her with a perfectly pitched note

’Please forgive my daily infidelities’

In a strong box in the Penny Bank crypt.


A café bar lounge casino now

Squats above the vault

Where my lover

Consigned my memory to

Darkness in perpetuity,

Burying what might have been,

But never was,

World without end


◄ "Alison"

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Sun 4th Sep 2016 15:40

A colossus Rick. I simply admire your directness and ability to hit a spot - this shows a resolute response to the blockade of religious expectation, but the implication of a looser grip is inherent in the line about the casino. Great stuff.


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