A Staircase Thought Poem by Sheena Blackhall

A Staircase Thought



I never think of a bon mot
When faced with a put down
But after everyone has left
My small brain cells whirr round

And as I climb the stair to leave
The empty room behind
The perfect riposte comes
Belated, skipping from my mind!

Monday, September 30, 2019
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