ALL AGLOW.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AND THEIR LUNCH TIME MEETING IN 1962
She was sitting on the grass
on the sports ground some other girls were with her he could hear their laughter and chatter but when she saw him coming she got up from the group and walked towards him leaving the girls to giggle behind her wasn't sure if you'd be out here today Christina said he paused in front of her taking in her neat hair and smile sure I am he said yesterday was one of those things I got tied in to helping the gym teacher after dinner and well what can a guy do when he's wanted that's all right she said just I missed you he smiled he liked it when she said those kind of things they walked up the sports field together the giggling girls in the background don't pay mind to them she said they're just jealous not of you being with me he said why not? she said I'm nothing to write home about he said I'd write home about you she said well maybe only if my mother was in on e of her good moods he laughed she talked of her mother's moods her ups and downs of her father and her elder brother and he always being where she was coming into her room or catching her when she came out of the bathroom semi clothed he listened but only half heartedly he wanted just to hear her voice to sense her being there her hand just inches from his own her body a mere touch away they passed by others boys and girls some at ball games some just talking some playing chasing games laughter following they reached the upper fence of the grounds and stood gazing out at the passing traffic the hills in the distance the woods behind she talked of a girl in class whose sister was pregnant and how the girl was going to be an auntie at 13 he took her hand her thumb rubbed his hand she became silent words stopped she leaned in and they kissed lips touched tongues tongued hands held squeezed they parted she looked back at the sports field he watched her profile the way her dark hair was brushed just so and the cheek the colouring he sensed her hand her fingers slim he ran his thumb over them she looked back at him and said wonder what my mother would say if she could see me here? naughty girl I guess he said and the rest she said what would your mother say? poor girl probably he said she laughed no seriously I don't know he said as long as I was good to you she wouldn't mind and of course not doing anything I oughtn't she gazed at him such as? she didn't say he said Christina looked back at the sports field maybe one day we may find out she said yes maybe one day he said taking in her slim figure clothed in the green skirt and grey cardigan her white ankle socks laughter rose from a ball game some one called a ring rang from the school it echoed around the grounds best go back she said back to the brain washing he said still he sensed her hand in his as they walked the grass she in thought until other girls came and she went with them leaving his hand behind and he watched her go her swinging hips her fine figure set him all aglow. © 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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