NO SUCH LUCK 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AT SCHOOL AND LOVE AND INSECTS IN 1962Naaman sat on the grass at midday recess the sun was hot and pouring down. He saw Shoshana walking across the grass towards him. He put the small book of butterflies & moths down beside him. She smiled when she came up close to him and sat down on his right, then arranged her school skirt over her knees. Well how was your morning? Naaman asked, eyeing her. Usual boring lessons, but I survived by thinking about you and meeting you, Shoshana said, looking at him: and you what was your morning like? He sighed: well maths was gutty, but biology was good; it was about insects and reproduction, he said. She wanted him to hold her hand, but so far he hadn't; she thought she ought as a start, but was unsure of his reaction, so didn't. You brought your book of butterflies & moths then? she said. Yes just while I was waiting for you, he said, I want to show you the moth that came into the house last night through the open window. He took up the book and opened it at a page and showed her an ugly looking moth. What did you do with it? She asked, putting her hand next to his. I caught it in my hands and put it in a small jar and studied it, he said. Then what? She asked, wanting to place her hand in his, but did not. I let it go and closed the window, he said. O I see, she said. He put the book down; she took his hand in hers and laid it in her lap suddenly before he could react. He looked at her and smiled: I do think about you, he said shyly, I was looking forward to seeing you all morning. She was pleased and had feared he would remove his hand, but he let it stay there and held her hand too briefly. She wanted him to kiss her (despite other kids seeing them), but he didn't, he started talking about the insects in biology. He removed his hand to show her about moths and butterflies in the book and reproduction, but she was only half listening, and the kiss seemed unlikely now, his hand free from hers. Inside she was wanting him to hold her and kiss her somewhere, but he talk on and all she could do was stare. © 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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