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Terry Collett
Poems
Apr 2013
ALONG BATH TERRACE.
You walked down Bath Terrace
having been to Jail Park
on the swings
and slide with Janice
and she had her red beret
on the side of her head
like some French girl
I nearly bayoneted
my old man last night
you said
I had my toy rifle
he brought me
with the rubber bayonet
and I was charging out
of the sitting room
into the passage
and caught him
in the guts
as he entered the room
what you doing?
he asked
I was bayoneting Germans I told him
I’m not German he said
I’m your father
and he stormed off
into the sitting room
to his favourite chair
by the fire
and I stood there thinking
it’s only a toy gun
and I was only having fun
Janice looked at you
and said
if I’d done that
to Gran she’d have spanked
my backside
but you wouldn’t
have had a rifle
with a rubber bayonet
you said
girls don’t have rifles
with bayonets
I might have done
she said
ok
you said
you can borrow mine
and see what happens
no thanks
Janice said
I know what would happen
you climbed over
the metal fence
by Banks House
and sat on the concrete remains
of the bomb shelter
looking toward the coalwarf
where coal wagons
were being loaded
with black sacks of coal
and the horses stood there
in front patiently
eating from nosebags
Janice was sitting pretty
in her red beret
her hair tied
in a ponytail
her coat buttoned up
to the neck
talking about her gran
and the pet bird
in the cage
and you listened
to her taking in
her hands on her knees
her small fingers
not the kind
to hold a rifle
with a rubber bayonet
more the kind
to hold a baby
or rock a cradle
or stroke brow
you wanted to ask her
for a cowgirl’s kiss
but didn’t know how.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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