Dollie, petite, slim and with hair that flows blondely
And wildly, in a kind of disorderly fashion
About her small shoulders.
A smile to welcome and calm even a bulldog.
And eyes of subtle blue, like the old Wedgwood cups
She shares her coffee in.
She carries an aura of peace and tranquility
From head to dainty toes.
Jack, a quietly spoken man, a perfect match
For his lady, Dollie.
Unruly dark hair tied roughly at the back of his head
And a grin that reveals perfectly white teeth
Amongst the many gaps.
His language is colourful and raw
But holds a friendliness and welcome
In every word.
Jack seeks Dollie’s hand
In a loving and natural way,
His grubby fingernails a reflection
Of the hard life he lives.
She, with tiny hands untainted by varnish
Takes soft hold of his.
Two people living side by side in perfect harmony
With each other, and with the Cut.
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dollie-and-jack-of-the-cut/
