GUNFIGHT AT THE BOMB SITE 1955A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL ON A LONDON BOMB SITE IN 1955 AND AN IMAGINARY GUNFIGHTHelen climbed the concrete stairs to Benny's flat where his mother answered and Helen said is Benny home? no he's out Helen his mother said out where? Helen said he went out with his six-shooter and cowboy hat so he's maybe on a bomb site try the one up Meadow Row he's often there his mother said Helen nodded and said thank you and walked down the stairs and across the Square and down the slope across Rockingham Street and up along Meadow Row she'd not brought her doll Battered Betty as her brother had torn off an arm in play and it needed mending when she came to the greengrocer shop on Arch Street she walked along to view the bomb site and putting a hand over her eyebrows to block out the morning sun she gazed at the huge bomb site anxiously(she didn't like bomb sites alone) she saw him over by the railway bridge firing his six-shooter at an imaginary enemy she called out to him and walked across the rough ground of the bomb site towards him he stopped firing and put his six-shooter away in an holster with a twirl of fingers been looking for you she said your mum said you might be here Benny pushed back his cowboy hat to the back of his head his quiff of hair standing up had a gunfight planned here so had to leave early he said gunfight she said with who? she looked around at invisible enemies Frank and Jessie James he said and their gang of course she looked in the direction he pointed and nodded need any help from me? she said looking at Benny through her thick lens spectacles no I shot them both and the gang fled he said did you get shot? she asked only in the arm he said pointing at his left arm she looked at his 7 year old arm but didn't see a wound or blood but pretended looks bad she said maybe I should put an handkerchief around it ok if you like he said she fiddled in her skirt pocket and brought out a small girl's handkerchief and tied it around his arm and tied a knot is that better? she said yes it is he said didn't want to bleed to death no she said and they walked off across the bomb site let's go to Baldwin's the herbalist shop and get some sarsaparilla to make more blood he said and she looked at his arm and saw imaginary blood all red. © 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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