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A poem with the concentrated precision of a haiku and one which reminds us of the shadow that hovers in the background even on the sunniest of days. It’s by Matthew Stewart from his collection The Knives of Villalejopublished by Eyewear.

Sooner or Later

For the moment it skulks
below forgotten gifts
and out-of-favour shirts
in the spare-room wardrobe.

Maybe tonight, maybe
next year, a sudden call
will bring it centre stage,
rushed to the dry cleaners.

They’ll hanger it. Shoulders
will thrust like instructions
for use. There’s not a hope
of dodging the dark suit.

 

 

Used with kind permission of Matthew Stewart and Eyewear Publishing.