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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2013
NEW WORLDS BEING BORN.
You rode bikes with Milka
to the bridge over the river
and stood looking down
at the flowing water
and talked
of the latest
Elvis Presley film
you’d seen
and she said that she
had wanted to see it
but her mother
had forbidden it
saying it was not
the type of film
for her age
then you talked
of the film you’d seen
while working
as a cinema projectionist
called Ben Hur
and the great
chariot races in it
she leaned close to you
as you talked
her hands
on the brick bridge
her hips pressing
gently against yours
she said she like it
when you came
to their farmhouse
and practised judo
with her brothers
and she could watch
and as she spoke
you studied her
her short fair hair
her large blue eyes
her delicate hands
the fingertips rubbing
against the bricks
of the bridge
the simple
green shift dress
she had on
and do you remember
that time you had them
both on the grass at once
in that karate fight?
she said excitedly
and you noticed
maybe
for the first time
her small firm bust
her figure
kind of huggable
although you hadn’t
hugged her
and she went on
about wanting to go
out with you
but her brothers
had said
Baruch won’t be
interested in you
he likes pretty girls
and you looked
at her eyes
as she spoke
how large they were
yet not unbeautiful
the orbs blue
portraying
wide worlds of you
and how old are you?
she asked
because they
keep saying
you’re too old
for me
16
you said
well
she said
I’m 14
so that isn’t
too old is it?
no
you said
seeing her eyes look
kind of watery
like small fish bowls
then she talked
of having seen you
in her dreams
and that in her dreams
you had kissed her
where did I kiss you?
you asked
on the lips of course
she said
no I meant
where abouts
was I when I kissed you?
o
she said blushing
in the barn
by the farmhouse
o I see
you said
never having been
there with her
only with her brothers
to do judo fights
she looked down
at the water
her eyes wide
and watery
a bird flew by
a bird song sounded
you leaned close to her
and kissed
her ear
through her
fair hair
and she looked at you
and you saw
new worlds
being born there
amongst the blue
Milka smiling
at an older you.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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