A slight, a snub; you took offence.
Can you be sure the slight was meant?
A slight inflection of the voice.
A hint what’s said contained a threat.
A mocking tone, the merest hint
Yet quite enough to take offence.
A slight inflection of the brow
It’s not what’s said but what you sense.
You feel put down, not treated right
So little respect for your position.
It’s hard to put your finger on
The understated opposition.
You carry on, ignore the slight
And try to act with dignity.
But clearly you feel undermined
He got to you it’s plain to see.
A response to the Daily Prompt via Slight
Andrew Green's Poems 