DAMP CAMP 1970

A BOY AND GIRL ON THE ROAD FROM PARIS TO SPAIN IN 1970

O the rain yesterday
Miriam says
didn't it come down?
I thought once

in San Sabastian
all would be well
and then it poured
I sit next to her

in the camp cafe
others from the coach
were there
some looked fed up

with the weather
I know
the guide said to me
and the ex-army guy

there's your tent
down in the field
and it was pouring
down with rain

and we could hardly see
and the ex-army guy
says to me  
what the heck

I thought
by coming here
I'd get away
from manoeuvres

what's he like?
she asks
he's ok I guess
I say

bet you wish
it was me
in your tent?
she says

be a bit crowded
three of us
not with him
just me and you

o sure
that'd go down
a bundle with him
and others

I say
but I like to think
it was possible
especially as

the ex-army guy
kept me awake
a good part
of the night

moaning about
his mother's
new boyfriend
and how he gets

on his nerves
and how the army
was once his life
anyway maybe later

we can
she says
I nod
and think of her

on the journey
down from Paris
on the coach
her next to me

the dim lights
on the coach
through the Parisian night
us kissing

and such
doing all right.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Did you write this back then, Terry? I often wonder what my muse would be inspired to write in such an extraordinary place, such as Paris or Spain.

[Terry Collett]

I wrote this recently of events that happened back in 1970 + bits if fictional talks. Thank you, Kelly.

[Neo]

I love the story in this poem. Nice job.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Neo