2 FEBRUARY 1991, Page 32

Goodbye to the Suits

Saying goodbye to the suits wasn't easy So handsome they'd hung on his absence beside her With spotted silk handkerchief fluffed to a soufflé And sleeves tapered down to the Midas-touch cufflinks Which peeped from his wrists on the shirts she'd kept pressing Like new-minted coins to be snapped up by Charon.

Already she knew he'd gone far on his journey Which made her accessory after the fiction That they were a couple success couldn't alter Or love would abandon but oh he'd become Such a beautiful shade that reversing their story Eurydice wept when she opened her wardrobe.

John Mole