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Poems

Losing a Crown in the National Portrait Gallery

6 February 2016

9:00 AM

6 February 2016

9:00 AM

The cafe was full of connoisseurs
of the scones. As he bit into his flapjack
a sinister uncoupling took place
and he felt the crown of a tooth jerk free —
to be rescued behind a discreet paper napkin.
Now the geography of his mouth was
unfamiliar, harsh and sharp.





No wonder those Tudors in their portraits
kept their mouths shut.

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