BY THE OLD POND.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL BY AN OLD POND ONE SATURDAY IN 1964.Milka sat on her bicycle looking at you the Saturday morning sun was warm you'd just finished work and had met her by the bridge where we going? she asked we could leave the bikes at my place and go into town to the cinema you said what just sit there in the dark and not be able to see each other or such? she said we could ride to where I used to live and see the pond there where I used to fish? you said is it far? she said not too far she pulled a face can't go to my place she said my mother's home as she usually is no chance of being alone with you there she said grumpily mine is no good at weekends you said she looked at you her eyes gazing the old pond then it is she said and you began to cycle with her beside you back up the hill and by the farmhouse where she lived and along narrow lanes between hedgerows and birds flying out and the occasional car rushing by she beside you talking all the way about how her mother moans about her not doing this or that or not doing the chores properly and how her two brothers tease her about going out with you and how you needed to see a shrink and you smile knowing her brothers well then you're on the main road and a mile or so and you are there and go in by the back way along a narrow lane and into the woods behind the cottage where you used to live and along the narrow ride through the woods to the field and then the pond which is peaceful and the water is still and a few ducks swim there and birds sing from tall trees you rest the bikes against trees and sit on the grass by the pond quiet here you said we used to call this the lake who's we? Milka said my old girlfriend and I you replied where is she now? we don't see each other any more you said Milka said nothing but gazed at the water of the pond at the ducks there and looked at the fish just beneath the surface did you make out here? she asked now and then you said why bring me here? she said moodily it's quiet and we can be alone you said is that all? not wanting relive old memories with me? she said you gazed at her no of course not that was a different thing different love so you say she said should we leave then? you said she stared at the pond at the ducks drifting and the sunlight through the branches of tall trees no she said I like it here she lay down on the grass sunlight on her face her hands resting on her abdomen you lay beside her did you really make out here? now and then did no one see you? not that we ever knew you said she smiled risky what if someone had? we didn't think of that at the time bet you didn't she said what was it like the first time? it's history you said we're what matters now she nodded yes I guess we are she said and the sun shone bright through the tall trees and a bird flew by over head. © 2014 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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