Time traveller
The girl on the underground is a sartorial time traveller.
Navy high waisted pencil skirt tightens over her ripened
bottom, blue pinstripe shirt, demurely buttoned up to the
collar, sets her rocket breasts on a youthful trajectory.
Despite the carriage’s bumper car jolting, she balances on
death defying stilettos like an accomplished trapeze artist.
Although her Siamese cat’s eyes peep out through letter box
spectacles and her harvest of blonde hair is gathered into a
generous bun, this girl is not waiting to be transformed in a
‘Why you are beautiful Miss Jones’ revelation, because like
Marilyn in that dress, she is more erotic in her 50s costume
than standing stark naked on the tube. Yet there are no Sid
James remarks from the suited men, builders in dusty denims
and youths in shorts, who surrounded by casual girls oozing
flesh like a gallery of Reuben’s nudes, stare only at her and pant.
* Fiona Sinclair has had work published in numerous reputable magazines. Her
first chapbook Dirty Laundry was published by Koo Press in
February 2010.
