Terry Collett : Writing

Lily and Seeking Freedom 1962.

Lily and Seeking Freedom 1962.

A Poem by Terry Collett


There was the smell of urine in the air, it linger there seemingly forever. Lily washed herself at the sink in the crowded wash room, pushing herself ..
One Wednesday Morning 1957.

One Wednesday Morning 1957.

A Poem by Terry Collett


I was going throughmy cigarette cardssorting out thoseI had more than one ofto swap with other boysat school.Enid’s old mancame down the stairsa..
After The Rain.

After The Rain.

A Poem by Terry Collett


After the raindampness stays.Raindrops drip afterwardsfor some timeslowly fallingfrom branchesof trees.The country laneis empty of you now.Birds fly a..
Cynara's Note # 40 1972.

Cynara's Note # 40 1972.

A Poem by Terry Collett


I wanted the snow back, wanted that whiteness back. I stood at the window before breakfast searching for a hint of snow returning, but none came. Brea..
Shadows In memory.

Shadows In memory.

A Poem by Terry Collett


That road we walkedis empty now.Sunlight warms,brings shadows of that time,short small windows of then,not now.I listen for sounds,but there are none,..
Last Post.

Last Post.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Two men carrythe white coffinthe size of a small toy boxup the aisleof the chapel.No one whispersor coughs or sighsexcept from the fronta few muted cr..
Molly and the Attack 1976.

Molly and the Attack 1976.

A Poem by Terry Collett


It took three nurses to take you down after you attacked Briggs and tried to batter her senseless after she attacked you for sitting in her chair. You..
Where He Went.

Where He Went.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Where he has goneyou do not know.It has been some days nowand you haveno answer though.Each morning you hopefor news of him,some clue.But nothing come..
The Pond and Love.

The Pond and Love.

A Poem by Terry Collett


The pond wateris dull and motionless.It always was.I sit where we both satthat time ago,now alone.Across the pondwas a small woodland,the bushes and t..
Long Ago Love.

Long Ago Love.

A Poem by Terry Collett


The lane is emptyof her now.Little traffic passes byon the country lane.Birds sing,fly overand into hedgerows.The sound of a tractorfrom some field,no..

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