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Writer's pictureMartin Pickard

Forty Winks

Whatever happened to the wink?

That slow deliberate one-eyed blink

A sign of old from comedy gold

A nudge that took us near the brink

A secret signal shared by spies

Acknowledgment of jokes and lies

I’m only kidding, knowledge hidden

Cheeky chappie, fast forgiven.

A nod could be as good they say

But has the wink now gone its way?


I pondered this in grey tiled gloom

Of orthopaedic waiting room

When tapping heels and rustling skirts

Alert me to a passing nurse

No pause of pace, no move of face

No business with this tired old chap

Her eyes met mine ‘tween mask and cap

that teasing, pleasing, secret gap

In silent solidarity,

This passing Angel …

…winked at me


Not Barbara Windsor twinkling eyes

Nor false attempt to empathise

An ancient gesture freely sent

Restorative encouragement

Humanity is no blind horse

Inclusion is a potent force

Whatever else you may be thinking

Remember this and …

…keep on winking

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