He was always a postman
called Dinny,
in a scratchy, serge,
shiny-buttoned suit
– An oxtered cap
lined with snotty avocado.
Delivering the village’s One O’Clock News,
to a headscarfed hausfrau
with a five o’clock shadow.
Cochlea cocked for the prompt,
from his 10 years old understudy
in flares and Fairisle in the front row.
Who knew even then,
she would not be
typecast.
Christina Hession
