![]() HER OWN KIND OF BEAUTY.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A BOY AND GIRL IN 1964 BIKE RIDING AND BEAUTY![]()
Saturday afternoon
cycling up a 1in 6 hill then along the road toward the farmhouse you dismounted and laid your bike against the fence and waited to get your breath back the farmhouse door opened and Mrs Putt came out and said Jim and Pete are out I’m afraid her daughter Monica appeared by her side they’ve gone out with their older brother Monica said ok you said tell them I called sure I will Mrs Putt said I can go on a bike ride with you if you like Monica said Benedict won’t want to have you to drag along with him Mrs Putt said Monica pulled a face and pouted her lips I don’t mind you said better than riding alone well if you don’t mind Mrs Putt said mind you behave yourself young lady she said and went indoors and closed the door just get my bike Monica said and went back behind the farmhouse you looked around the farmhouse and the surrounding fields and trees and waited after a few moments she was back riding her bike toward you where we going? she asked lets go see the peacocks along Sedge lane you said and so you got on your bike and off you both rode she beside you in her summery dress and sandals with her brown hair tied in bunches you in jeans and open neck white shirt the sun bright and hot above you the birds flying and calling the clouds puffy and white I’ve always wanted to go bike riding with you Monica said but the boys don’t let me but I am now you nodded and smiled wondering Jim and Pete would say if they knew she’d got to go bike riding with you she chatted on about Elvis and the film in town and how she’d like to go but no one would take her and how her brothers teased her and her mother nagged her after a while you came to the peacocks in a wire cage by a large house just off the lane aren’t they beautiful? she said peering through the wire her fingers holding on to the cage standing beside you yes they are you said but of course the c**k bird has the beauty the hen is just dull and ordinary odd that she said wonder why? don’t know you said I’m not dull and ordinary am I? she asked looking at you sideways on no you said you have your own beauty do I? yes you do and she blushed and looked away and the peacock called out and moved off opening its colourfulness and Monica did a twirl making the patterns move on her twirling dress. ![]() © 2013 Terry Collett |
Author![]() Terry 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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