AFTER A DANCE AT MALAGAA Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN MALAGA IN 1970In Malaga at the base camp you danced at some disco and drank Bacardi and coke and it was well into the early hours of the morning when you left with Mamie tiptoeing between tent ropes and the unlit areas between and she said I can’t find where my tent is and you said I’d let you share mine but that young army guy is in mine and three in a bed is a bit cramped but where is mine? she said searching around touching tent ropes as she went by you stood watching trying to decide where your tent was what are we to do? she asked let’s go back to the club until it gets lighter or we remember where our tents are you said but I’m tired she said I want to go to bed and sleep you searched around by the hedge of the field and then said wait I know where mine is now and you led her to the tent and unzipped it and there inside was the army guy fast asleep you can come in here if you like you said but she just stood there in the semi dark cussing into the night come on in and be quiet you said I want my tent she said I want my own bloody tent ok go find it then you said and began to climb inside wait she said in a hushed voice and came over to your tent and looked in what about him? she asked he’s asleep you replied what will he say and finds me here? you gazed at the sleeping soldier boy his mouth open his eyes closed a soft snore filling the air either come in or go elsewhere you whispered I can’t she said not with him there and so she turned and wandered off into the semi dark another chance walking off into the night some things you hope for you murmured never come right. © 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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