One day, Mrs Mabel McFinn draped
her shoulders in shadows and left
her husband Fergus McFinn to deal
with his cobwebs and leftover stew.
Mrs Mabel McFinn fled with a dream
to become, a catcher of lions or even
a bridge-builder, map-maker. player
of drums, leaving dear Fergus behind.
He waited for Mabel in vain, while
drawing circles in dust that she left,
and when Mabel returned, dressed
in the skins of the lion she’d shot, her
husband, dear Fergus McFinn was
lost in the umbra of wallpaper bloom.