Police Constable Henderson
shaking loose her bun
trails one hand in the water
the other holds an ice cream
which is melting
unnerving Sergeant Smith
a happily married man
a pillar of his community
who, nonetheless, is not made of wood
who, given half a chance
and under the right set of circumstances
if nobody was watching
and there were no security cameras
if only he could find the words
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Nice one Col – as seen on the Powiv website: “‘Ello ‘ello ‘ello. What’s all this then? What it is, is it’s Day 452 of the daily new poems, it’s still Love and Romance, and our poet Colin Hopkirk reports on some “Shocking behaviour from the constabulary”.
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