Posted by: John Looker | 24 November, 2015

Poor Miss Jones


Perhaps it was the spectacles,
the flat shoes;
or maybe the way her 2B pencil
flew down the spiral bound pad
with never a suggestion,
never a word of contention.
Nobody asked, so nobody knew.
For the second year running
she had a pastel showing
at the RA’s Summer Exhibition:
Female Nude Smoking A Pipe.
Already sold, too. Ten guineas.

© John Looker 2015

This is the fifth in a suite of eight poems that tell us about a group of people who work together. I am posting one a day for 8 days. The first was posted at:

For an insight into the Royal Academy’s famous Summer Exhibitions, see:


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