RIVERSIDE TALK 1964A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL ROW BY A RIVERSIDE IN 1964Milka and I cycle from the farmhouse to the riverside and park our bikes against the hedge and walk beside the river and sit on the grass and look at the passing water that was a close thing she says if Mum had found your handkerchief in my bed I don't know what she would have said and I only just found it in time and she let me make my own bed I lay on my back and stared at the cloud formations I guess you could have said you borrowed my handkerchief I say casually Milka stares at me o sure I just borrowed Benny's handkerchief although I have thousands of my own she says she would have put one and one together and have come up with us in bed together and you would have been banned (if not killed by my dad) from the house and I would have been God knows what they would have done with me I daren't think of it she says but she didn't find it I say you did so problem solved she continues to stare at me eyes firmer seemingly darker that could have been the end of us she says I'd never have been allowed to see you again that's if I had survived in one piece and not beaten to a pulp she looks away breathing heavy hands by her side staring at the river where was the handkerchief? I say under my pillow under my bloody pillow she says staring at me again how did it get there? I ask how the hell do I know when you were shafting me I suppose she says angrily a large rook flies past a cloud formation looking like a dog's head appears above us that looks like my dog's head I say pointing to the sky what? she says the cloud formation looks like my dog she looks up at the clouds does it? yes especially around the ears I say she reclines on the grass beside me breathing heavy her small tits rising and falling as she breathes sorry about the handkerchief I should have been more careful I say it could have caused you real trouble and me a black name and maybe a punching she turns her head and stares at me I love her eyes I could drink them dry I think as I gaze at her I suppose I could have said you gave it to me as a keepsake Milka says Mum likes you she'd believe only the best of you and if she'd been younger she'd probably fancy you herself how disgusting that sounds she adds smiling I kiss her cheek cows moo near by in a field more rooks fly overhead I'm glad we're here she says sexually but'd be happier in my warm 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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