Janice helped you
to gather up
the loose pieces of coal
on the cobbled road
leading to the coal wharf
off Meadow Row
you watched as she put
the pieces in the sack
you’d brought with you
as the evening mist
settled upon the scene
her red beret placed
at an angle
her hair
smooth as water
is this allowed?
she asked
looking around
at the back of houses
still standing after
the wartime bombing
finders keepers
you said
or so Granddad told me
the other week
when I saw him
she gazed at you
unconvinced
but put in more
of the black pieces
you handed to her
what will my gran say
when she sees
my blackened hands?
Janice said
I can’t tell her
or she’ll tan my hide
as she calls it
you looked
at her coal stained fingers
the way they held
and placed the coal
you can wash your hands
at my place
you said
Mum won’t mind
she likes you anyway
Janice looked at you
her lips spreading
into a smile
nice to know
she said
maybe when we’re grown
and married
she’ll like me better
the sky had darkened
the mist heavy
the moon glowing
I guess so
you said
wondering if her gran
would see it that way
if she lived
to see the day
that should be enough
coal now
you said
taking the sack
from her blackened hands
noticing the thin fingers
she rubbing her hands
together against the cold
the dark
and winter weather.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Janice helped you
to gather up
the loose pieces of coal
on the cobbled road
leading to the coal wharf
off Meadow Row
you watched as she put
the pieces in the sack
you’d brought with you
as the evening mist
settled upon the scene
her red beret placed
at an angle
her hair
smooth as water
is this allowed?
she asked
looking around
at the back of houses
still standing after
the wartime bombing
finders keepers
you said
or so Granddad told me
the other week
when I saw him
she gazed at you
unconvinced
but put in more
of the black pieces
you handed to her
what will my gran say
when she sees
my blackened hands?
Janice said
I can’t tell her
or she’ll tan my hide
as she calls it
you looked
at her coal stained fingers
the way they held
and placed the coal
you can wash your hands
at my place
you said
Mum won’t mind
she likes you anyway
Janice looked at you
her lips spreading
into a smile
nice to know
she said
maybe when we’re grown
and married
she’ll like me better
the sky had darkened
the mist heavy
the moon glowing
I guess so
you said
wondering if her gran
would see it that way
if she lived
to see the day
that should be enough
coal now
you said
taking the sack
from her blackened hands
noticing the thin fingers
she rubbing her hands
together against the cold
the dark
and winter weather.
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