UPON MY FLESH 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL BY A POND IN WOODLAND IN 1962It was summer, the birds sang loudly celebrating another day. I sat next to Yehudit on the grass by the pond (she labelled it the lake). I could see the outline of her bra through her cream blouse as she turned around to watch ducks which had just landed. Her brown hair had been well brushed and tied in a bow at the back with red ribbon. What ducks are those? She said. I looked and said: live ducks, dead ones don't move like that. She looked at me: funny I don't think, no what breed of ducks? She said. Don't know what type, I said. I thought you were an expert on birds? I know some birds, but it doesn't make me an expert on ducks, I said. She looked back at the pond. Do you remember that time we first had sex in the woods back there that evening? She said. Of course, I said, and we had a job to find a spot that was hidden yet comfortable enough to lie down. She turned around and smiled and said: and every sound seemed louder and we thought we heard voices and lay still listening. I remembered as she said it: us lying there, she naked from the waist down and me also, still as statues there, the evening drawing in, a chill beginning on our skin. Yes I remember that, I said. She kissed me and we lay back on the grass, staring at the sky, bright blue, morning fresh, and an echo of that evening running upon my flesh. © 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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