DEEP SAD SIGHS 1972.A Poem by Terry CollettA COUPLE ON HOLIDAY TALK OF WORK AND ART IN 1972When we get back from holiday Benny we have got to get some more modern art you know stuff from up and coming artists and not clog up the shop with old master prints Abela says I mean we've had that Goya print for ages now I sip my beer and light up a cigarette and gaze at her sitting in the street cafe with that I've just woken up face on her in that green dress that comes up to her backside and those green stocking that do nothing for me other than me thinking she's playing a role in Robin Hood and his Merry Men production and you need to be more assertive she says grab the customers when they come in and don't let them out of the shop without buying a work of art or print even if it is only a postcard print of Sussex I think of last night and how she undressed for bed and being a bit tipsy she fell over three times and lay on the floor at one time like a wounded gazelle are you listening to me Benny? yes I say I was just thinking we buy in some of those watercolours by the young girl who is always pestering us but to whom you said her watercolours look like bad art left out in the rain Abela stares at me it won't sell it will hang around the shop like a bad smell it's art though it may sell she shakes her head and sips her white wine and lights a cigarette and yaks on about more abstract oil art and I recall how once she had got into bed and her head touched the pillow she was off asleep and all her rather inebriated promises can to nothing and I lay there watching her with her mouth open and hands tucked between her thighs with deep sad sighs. © 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
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