WALK IN A PARK.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN A PARK IN LONDON IN 1950S
You took Fay
to Kennington Park it being a fine day and with no school and her father away working and she sat on the bus there in her orange dress which matched her fair hair tied in a ponytail her brown sandals and white socks hands in her lap her eyes large in expectation you sat beside her in your checked open neck shirt and faded blue jeans battered black shoes you both swaying to the bus’s motion and when you got off at the Park she said hadn’t been to the park before and that her father took them to the park nearby sometimes on a Sunday after mass if she’s been good and could recite the Pater Noster right through in Latin without mistakes what the heck’s the Pater Noster? you asked the Lord’s Prayer she said the Park was busy people everywhere parents with kids and without and kids with no parents and she was talking about the nuns who taught at her school how strict they were and the girl who was hit over the knuckles with a ruler for not knowing the Credo all through you didn’t bother to ask what that was but saw her eyes bright blue and looking around the grass and trees and bushes and you both sat on the grass and you said your parents brought you here on Sundays and you watched the cricket or played ball and sometimes your old man bought ice creams or lemonade and she talked of her mother and how she had to work hard to please her father and sometimes they rowed and sometimes he hit her mother if the row got out of hand and she went quiet and looked at you don’t tell anyone she said I’m not to speak of what goes on indoors I won’t say a word you said what about an ice cream? you said I haven’t any money she said I have you said my mother gave me 2/6d for doing chores o yes then she said and went with you to the ice cream place and ordered two and paid the coins and got your change and walked along the path she taking hold of your hand in hers and you sensed the pulse of her through your fingers and the sun was warm and the sky a bright blue with just 12 year old Fay and 12 year old 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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