HELEN AND YOU AND A BAG OF CHIPSA Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN THE 1950SAfter school after tea of bread and jam a mug of tea and a slice of cake you met Helen under the railway bridge in Rockingham Street and she was holding Battered Betty her doll in her arms and she said Betty wanted to come she gets lonely stuck at home ok you said as long as she’s quiet and doesn’t cry all the time she won’t Helen said does your mum know you’re out? you asked of course Helen replied but she said not to be late or come home in the dark you’ll be safe I’ve got my six-shooter with me you said tapping the toy gun tucked in the belt of your jeans I told Mum I was with you and she said ok I don’t think she’d let me out otherwise a train clattered over the bridge over head let’s go you said and the three of you walked up and along by the Trocadero cinema she talking about Battered Betty’s day and what Carmody had said at school and how he smelt of B.O. and cabbages you watched the people passing along the New Kent Road a constant stream passing back and forth and still Helen talked as you walked Carmody’s just a fink you said take no notice what he says and she clutched your hand with her free hand not clutching the doll and you both ran across the road and stood outside the Odeon cinema gazing at the still photos in the frames of what film was showing inside don’t fancy that you said too much kissing and women crying and boring men what’s wrong with kissing? Helen asked better than men shooting guns or riding horses over yellow deserts making women cry you looked at her with her large eyes behind her thick lens glasses watery as lakes and her brown hair plaited into two plaits sure you said how about a bag of chips? she nodded then said I’ve got no money don’t worry my dad gave me 6d for polishing his shoes the other day you said ok she said and you walked down towards the Neptune fish shop and asked for 6d of chips and the man with the one eye scooped chips into a bag and you gave him the money and Helen sprinkled salt and vinegar over them and you both went outside and stood together and shared the bag of chips and each chip tasted hot and salty and warmed your insides and Helen kissed your cheek with her greasy warm lips and said thank you for these and you said no problem anything to please and you felt the damp kiss there on your cheek and you smiled to yourself thinking I won’t wash that off for a week. © 2012 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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