FELT DEEP RELIEF 1963A Poem by Terry CollettAN IRISH GIRL AND HER PARENTS AND THE NUNS IN 1963.The sisters(nuns) at the school are not happy with you Mary's father said at dinnertime at the table what's she done now? her mother said Mary swallowed a mouthful of stew eyed her father not happy with me? she said not at all her father said sternly his eyes focusing on her like a bird of prey I've done nothing Mary said don't be telling me your lies and fables her father said or I'll put my hand across your behind her mother looked down at her plate and mouthed food Mary toyed with a fork of beef they don't understand me she said when I've one of my monthlies my mind is off balance and it disturbs my moods her father's face tinged a slight red around his cheeks her mother chewed and looked at the tablecloth pattern of blue and white Mary forked in another mouthful of stew they say you're rude and insolent he said looking beyond her at the picture of the Sacred Heart on the wall above the fireplace just trying to get through the darn bleeds she said makes me not happy being stuck there in the classroom while my mind's on a low dive and the mess and my mind down and them standing there like penguins peering at me THAT'S ENOUGH ABOUT THE NUNS he said his voice heavy his hand tapping the table palm down the mother gazed at Mary eyes fixed on her wondering if the father'd slap the girl's behind Mary put on her I'm-sorry-I'm-just- a little-innocent-girl-gaze I've been to confessions and told the priest and got absolution so I have she said eyeing her father he stared at her sitting there a 14 year old with a mouth of a 18 year old and entering that arena of womanhood with its weird month and week thing well mind your manners and see your mother about these week things he said the mother gazed at him then at her daughter and nodded and ate again he looked at his daughter and was glad there was only the one and ate a mouthful looking away at the Christ's pointing finger at his Sacred Heart Mary nodded and stared at her plate and mouthed a fork of beef sensing a danger pass and a felt deep relief. © 2016 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
|