Incident Poem by ... Caliban

She was cool and beautiful, sleek as a cat.
Her presence quite filled the bar where we sat,
Scented, successful, Business Woman complete,
The world was her oyster, it lay at her feet.

Conversation meandered as talk often does,
We spoke about life and our various loves.
I mentioned my children Gerry and Clare,
And as soon as I did, felt a chill take the air.

"I do not like kids" she said with contempt,
"No room for some brat with his life all unkempt
I have my career and a Golf GTI
A flat in the town. What I need I can buy."

"And as for lovers. I've been through the test,
A key to all doors and a man for each breast."
So bright and so brittle. But caught in the lie,
A tear, like a diamond was fixed in her eye