Posted in Unexpected

Sales Assistant

For her fifth birthday
Ella requested and received a pet mouse
it became a much loved companion
and despite parental reservations
a resident in her bedroom.

Her parents had another child
and needed a bigger house
deciding sale and purchase
less stressful than builders and extension.
Scrub up and sell
makeup interior
cover sun acne on exterior
cosmetic surgery for landscape.
Spring clean.

For a six year old
apart from  the loss of her favourite climbing tree
it was an exciting time
helping to choose colours
meeting nice real estate people.

One Sunday an open day.
An almost location
realtors tipping it the next hot suburb
prospective buyers filed in and out.
Ella turned saleswoman pointing out the advantages
especially the mouse holes
through which other “mouses” came to talk to her pet mouse.

She was enthralled by the visitors
and happy to answer all their questions.
she looked forward to the next Sunday
and another opportunity.
Unfortunately she had to go to Grandad’s.
She felt very short changed.



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.