NEW WORLDS BEING BORNA Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN 1964 ANS THEIR TALK AND THE KISS ON THE BRIDGE.
You rode bikes with Milka
to the bridge over the river and stood looking down at the flowing water and talked of the latest Elvis Presley film you’d seen and she said that she had wanted to see it but her mother had forbidden it saying it was not the type of film for her age then you talked of the film you’d seen while working as a cinema projectionist called Ben Hur and the great chariot races in it she leaned close to you as you talked her hands on the brick bridge her hips pressing gently against yours she said she like it when you came to their farmhouse and practised judo with her brothers and she could watch and as she spoke you studied her her short fair hair her large blue eyes her delicate hands the fingertips rubbing against the bricks of the bridge the simple green shift dress she had on and do you remember that time you had them both on the grass at once in that karate fight? she said excitedly and you noticed maybe for the first time her small firm bust her figure kind of huggable although you hadn’t hugged her and she went on about wanting to go out with you but her brothers had said Baruch won’t be interested in you he likes pretty girls and you looked at her eyes as she spoke how large they were yet not unbeautiful the orbs blue portraying wide worlds of you and how old are you? she asked because they keep saying you’re too old for me 16 you said well she said I’m 14 so that isn’t too old is it? no you said seeing her eyes look kind of watery like small fish bowls then she talked of having seen you in her dreams and that in her dreams you had kissed her where did I kiss you? you asked on the lips of course she said no I meant where abouts was I when I kissed you? o she said blushing in the barn by the farmhouse o I see you said never having been there with her only with her brothers to do judo fights she looked down at the water her eyes wide and watery a bird flew by a bird song sounded you leaned close to her and kissed her ear through her fair hair and she looked at you and you saw new worlds being born there amongst the blue Milka smiling at an older you. © 2013 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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