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