Jeanette sits
in the class
music's played
Beethoven
sonata
Miss Graham
the teacher
at a grand
piano
thin wire framed
spectacles
her grey hair
in a bun
aged fingers
touching keys
many kids
in the class
sit bemused
others bored
out of brains
smile or smirk
but to her
sitting there
beside blonde
Angela
is transfixed
a new world
opens up
pretty much
like that kiss
stolen quick
by that boy
Benedict
on the field
after lunch
as she sat
all alone
Angela
had gone to
the crapper
(the wrong week
to sort out)
no reasons
were given
just that kiss
on her cheek
soft and damp
then he'd gone
leaving her
as one stung
by a bee
and she watched
as he went
towards school
and she sat
between worlds
old and new
balancing
her hormones
steering clear
of all those
dangerous
hidden rocks
Jeanette moves
to music
around her
her fingers
on the desk
like keyboard
pushing thoughts
of the kiss
from her mind
closing eyes
matching up
Benedict
inwardly
with passion
like one blind.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Jeanette sits
in the class
music's played
Beethoven
sonata
Miss Graham
the teacher
at a grand
piano
thin wire framed
spectacles
her grey hair
in a bun
aged fingers
touching keys
many kids
in the class
sit bemused
others bored
out of brains
smile or smirk
but to her
sitting there
beside blonde
Angela
is transfixed
a new world
opens up
pretty much
like that kiss
stolen quick
by that boy
Benedict
on the field
after lunch
as she sat
all alone
Angela
had gone to
the crapper
(the wrong week
to sort out)
no reasons
were given
just that kiss
on her cheek
soft and damp
then he'd gone
leaving her
as one stung
by a bee
and she watched
as he went
towards school
and she sat
between worlds
old and new
balancing
her hormones
steering clear
of all those
dangerous
hidden rocks
Jeanette moves
to music
around her
her fingers
on the desk
like keyboard
pushing thoughts
of the kiss
from her mind
closing eyes
matching up
Benedict
inwardly
with passion
like one blind.
GIRL, BOY, SCHOOL, MUSIC, KISS, 1962
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