DRIZZLE 1958A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958Drizzle came Lydia gazed out her bedroom window. She had wanted to go out now she'd have to wait. Her big sister Gloria slept in the bed behind her snoring. The boyfriend lay beside her mouth open sleeping soundly. Lydia sighed she had to sleep in the cot bed because of him which was getting too small for her. She looked as raindrops hit the windowpane. The radio was playing in the front room her mother singing along to some big band music. She wanted to go out and see Benny and go somewhere but now she had to stay in until the drizzle stopped. She could see the green grass and the abandoned bomb shelter outside the window of the flats. Sometimes kids played on it making out it was a castle or a fort to be fought over. Drizzle fecking drizzle she whispered not letting her mother hear her or she'd wash her mouth out with soap and water her 10 year old naughty daughter. © 2017 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry 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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