LOST COIN.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AND A LOST COIN IN 1950S LONDON.
Dennis watched
as Miss Richie slapped your face and then stormed off what was that for? Dennis said you rubbed your cheek fire hot I guess she didn't like what I said you replied what did you say? he asked I asked her if it was her face or was she breaking it in for an ape you said Dennis laughed his green/blue eyes lit up like pinball lights what made you say that? he said because she would me up and said I had a discarded look you said maybe you have he said maybe I have but that's my face not hers you said the bell rang for morning break and so you went down the back stairs with him and into the playground and took out your football player cards and set down by the far wall and joined in the game of flicking cards nearest the wall but Derek won the first lot and you lost your favourite and watched as he handed them into his winning pack over in the other corner plump Miss Richie was standing arms folded glaring at you any more for any more? Derek said count me in you said taking more cards out of your jacket pocket and along with Dennis and Derek and Richard you flicked your cards and the game was in play once more Dennis's card won and he collected the cards on the ground by the wall that's me out of cards you said and wandered off to where Ingrid sat alone by the playground steps hair pinned back with metal grips her grey skirt stained her cardigan holey with missing buttons her eyes brightened when she saw you saw you lost cards she said yes not my day you said not mine either she said what's up? you said I lost my dinner money she said and dad will kill me when he finds out where'd you lose it? you said don't know I went to get it from my bag and it was gone she said tearfully you put your hand in your trouser pocket and took out a 2/6d coin here have mine you said I can't she said what will you do about your dinners? I'll tell my mum I lost it you said but she'll get angry with you Ingrid said yes but she'll not kill me or harm me unlike your old man you said she took the coin and put it in her cardigan pocket thank you she said no other boy would do that for me they don't like me and call me names she said I like you you said and walked up the stairs to the boys' toilets wondering how to tell your mother you'd lost your coin on that Monday morning on your way to school as you opened the door and entered the stall. © 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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