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HELEN AND YOU AND THE ABC CINEMA

In the evening after tea

of bread and jam

and a glass of milk

you went out

 

and met Helen

under the railway bridge

in Rockingham Street

next to the Duke

 

of Wellington pub

and she was waiting

there looking up

and down the street

 

and when she saw you

she waved and walked

towards you

where’s your doll

 

Battered Betty?

you asked

mum’s washing her clothes

and I didn’t want

 

to bring her out

with nothing on

she said

no that wouldn’t be decent

 

you said

where are we going?

she asked

I want to show you

 

the passages behind

the ABC cinema

you said

it’s like a cavern

 

of dark passages

and once I saw a rat

running along by a wall

oh god

 

she said

putting a hand

to her mouth

not a rat

 

yes it run along

one of the walls

not sure

I want to go there

 

she said softly

one little rat

isn’t going to hurt you

you said

 

besides I’ll chase it away

if it comes

will you?

she said

 

yes of course I will

nothing is going to harm you

while I am here

you said

 

you showed her

the toy gun

tucked in

the inside pocket

 

of your jacket

she nodded

and she took

your hand

 

and you walked her

along and up behind

the Trocodero cinema

and onto

 

the New Kent Road

and you crossed quickly

before the traffic lights changed

and once you got

 

to the other side

you took her

to the ABC cinema

and went down beside

 

the cinema walls

along the dark passages

that went on beside

and behind the cinema

 

all the time

she gripped your hand

and now and then

her grip tightened

 

when she thought

she saw something

out of the corner

of her eye

 

what was that?

she said

stopping still

clutching your hand tight

 

just a piece of paper

blown by the wind

are you sure?

yes just paper

 

she untightened

her grip

and you both

walked on

 

with the sound

of traffic and voices

in the distance

and at the back

 

of the cinema

you came to an entrance

where two doors where

and you said

 

sometimes the doors are open

and you can sneak in free

she looked at you

her eyes behind

 

her thick lens glasses

large and innocent

is that allowed?

she asked

 

no

you replied

if they catch you

you get into trouble

 

but if you’re lucky

you can get in

no trouble

you said

 

oh

she said

my mum wouldn’t like it

if I got into trouble

 

we won’t get in tonight

anyway

you said

the doors are locked

 

another time maybe

and she gripped

your hand

and her face looked shocked.

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terry-collett
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Nov 9, 2012
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