Visiting Poundland ...

This morning, we were in Falkland Square - sad gaffers rode their mobility scooters through brimming puddles - they were like anguished prophets, seeking their tribes - 

We had just emerged from M & S, where we'd walked past hanging gardens of Blue Harbour shirts - 

We'd sipped cappuccinos in the cafe - icy rain was falling upon the car parks - 

I'd fallen in love, for a few moments, with a slender mannequin, decked out in daring lingerie - 

But then we decided to explore Poundland - 

I'd read Simon Armitage's Poundland a few weeks ago, in the second half of the New Statesman - 

We wandered past the feverish displays - brilliant light flooded the aisles - there was a medicine for sale called Kilkoff -  

We bought two pirate swords - 

Pale mums queued before the tills - 

12.30

October 13 2014

Poundland 

Falkland Square

Poole