ALMOST MADE IT 1964A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN A PARK SITTING BROODING IN 1964.Milka sits in the park. Milka has a mood. She stares ahead with eyes sharp as razors; her hands either side of her on the grass. I sit beside her. I look at her staring ahead. My hands are around my knees. Her eyes are icy; one could freeze in them. Nearly caught us that time, she says. Nearly being the operative word, I say. Her words have an edge to them; one could slit a throat on them. Her mother nearly caught us at it. We were in her room. We were on her bed. Door opening and closing down stairs. Kids ride by on their bikes. Small kids with goofy smiles. Milka stares at them. Milka follows them along the grass with her icy eyes. I remember her panic in her eyes as we heard the sounds of her mother in the kitchen. Milka dressing in haste. Milka hopping on one leg. I dressed in a trance. Sounds seeming nearer. A guy walked by with his dog. The dog had out a long pink tongue. White teeth sharp as Milka's eyes. God knows what if she'd caught us, Milka says. Mm-mm, I say. Laughter near by. A group of girls giggling like geese. One girl wears jeans. Her arse holds it well. Flushed as a slapped face Milka having dressed waited for me at the door of her room. Sounds from the kitchen. Her mother busy. The sun warms us. White clouds overhead. I smell her perfume. She breathes heavy. Moody as blues. The girl in tight jeans has gone into the duck pond area out of sight. Milka sighs. Milka looks at me. I think she believed you, Milka says. She does you. Butter wouldn't she thinks in your mouth. Three boys kick ball across the way. Milka studies me. I look at the boys at their game. Tidying my room with me, Milka says, she believed that because of you and that you said it. It had been a close thing. It had been close. My pecker stiff in my jeans as I spoke to her mother. Her mother smiled. Her mother said it needed tidying. I liked her mother's smile. Warm and cosy as a mother's love. Cosy and warm as a hat on a head. Milka says, nearly made it in my single bed. © 2015 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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