Poems by Harry Edwards

That doorbell sound is Jonty McIntyre 

Coming into the shoe shop

He does it every Thursday 

Wearing a smart suit and a smile

He asks to try the size fourteens

That we keep as an oddity in the window

He does it every Thursday

And his feet, at a push, are a nine

His smile deflates as he pushes his finger

Disappointedly on the gap at the toes

He says maybe an insole or a second pair of socks

Would make the unruly pair workable

Jonty McIntyre leaves the shoe shop

With a cheery wave and a wistful sigh

But trust that he’ll be back in next Thursday

To try the size fourteens in the window