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Terry Collett
Poems
May 2013
ONE LEGGED ANNE'S BATH NIGHT.
I want you
to wash my back
Skinny Kid
Anne said
she was standing
on her one leg
in the bathroom
of the nursing home
at Fishbourne
but what if someone comes
and sees me here?
you asked anxiously
we'll tell them to *******
she said pushing
the door shut
with a hand almost
falling over
in the process
you looked at her there
in a white towelling gown
the one leg showing
where the gown ended
Sister Paul
ran the bathwater
but left me
to get in and out
but what if she comes back?
you said
she won't
she gone off to prayers
in the chapel
Anne said
now come on Kid
let's to action
and she stripped off
the gown and holding
on your arm eased
herself into the water
with a slight splash
you stood there
trying not to notice
her *******
gazing at the white tiles
with ducks on each one
at the curtains
white and flowered
she began to wash herself
with a pink sponge
oozing soapsuds
her hand moving swiftly
over her parts
here and there
her stump visible
just under
the water's skin
does your leg hurt?
you asked
she looked up at you
now and then
she said
some nights
it hurts like ****
and when I go to rub it
it isn't there
now stop gawking
and start to rub my back
you took the sponge
from her hand
and began to push
the sponge over
her back nervously
her dark hair
over her shoulders
her head downward
her hands pushed
between her thighs
you felt embarrassed
moving over her flesh
seeing the curves
of her waist
sensing the sponge
wash over her
under her arms
you moved
OK OK that's enough
she said who do you think
you are
some ****** explorer?
I got carried away
you said
you will get carried away
in a fecking coffin
she said
right listen out
for the *** starved nuns
you gave her back
the sponge and wiped
your hands on the towel
by the bath
your ears strained
to hear any footsteps
of nuns
you lowered your arm
so Anne could pull
herself up and out
of the bath
and you wrapped
the big towel about her
shall I go now?
you asked
no
she said
stay until Iām done
in case if fall
so you stayed
looking at the walls
and ceiling
and the bath
with the ***** water
seeing out
of the corner
of your young boy's eyes
her rubbing herself dry
with one hand
while with the other
holding on to wall
just in case she slipped
or began to fall
then just as she turned around
you heard footsteps
and voices
out in the hall.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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