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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2013
YOCHANA AND YOU IN BEDLAM PARK.
Through Bedlam Park
to the swimming pool
your towel and trunks
under your arm
the weather good
and Yochana said
she’d learn to swim
if it was the last thing
she did
and you went
to the locker room
and paid your coins
and got into your swimwear
and out into the pool
with the other bodies
getting wet and playing
and trying to swim
and Yochana came out
in her pink two piece
and stood
on the edge
of the pool
and you said
come on in
the waters cool
and as long
as some fool
don’t **** in it
it’s worth a go
she hesitated
standing there
arms in the air waving
flapping her hands
like some young bird
learning to fly
come on in
you said
but still
she stood there
on the edge
her blonde hair
held back
in a rubber band
what’s a matter?
you called
she closed her eyes
and kind of dived in
but more like
a fall sideways on
and you went to her
and helped lift her head
out of the water
and she was sputtering
and spitting out water
I christen you
Yochana the mermaid
you said and
she laughed
spitting out more water
get scared
she said
the thought of it
and she began to go
into swimming motions
putting arms in
and throwing them about
but she just sank
and you yanked her out
and she stood there
water running down
her face into
her eyes
did I swim then?
she said
did I?
no you sank
you said
sank like a **** stone
can you show me?
she said
no I can’t swim myself
you said
well who can then?
she asked
go ask Ann
she can
or that plump woman
over there
she looks like
she can
you said
but she didn’t
she just walked
through the water
or made pretend motions
or sat down and tried
but no doing
but at least
she was laughing
and having fun
and you gave
the impression
of swimming
but it was all
just a game
and worth the coins
of getting in
and seeing
Yochana there
enjoying the water
and games
and water
in her hair
and ears
and eyes
and her hand
holding yours
if she felt
she was going under
or about to drown
and the water tasted
of god knows what
and the sky was blue
and the weather hot.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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