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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2013
ONE LEGGED ANNE AND FATE.
So I told her
Anne said
stomping around
on her crutches
like a demented Amazon
I told her
to go **** herself
Baruch blushed
at the word
his ears tingled
as if they’d been slapped
what did she say?
he asked
she said I’d go to Hell
for using words like that
Anne said
crutching herself down
by the children’s slide
and shooed away
the children playing there
I told her
I’d see her there
she added
Baruch scratched his head
what did Sister Paul
say to that?
she said
if she were my mother
she’d put me
over her knee
Anne laughed
and stomped over
to the children’s swing
where little Miss Sad
was sitting but who fled
as Anne approached
so you aren’t allowed
to go to the beach then?
Baruch asked
no Skinny Kid
or so she said
not to go
without a member of staff
he nodded his head
she pulled a face
he fiddled
with his fingers
she scratched
the stump of her leg
so what do we do?
he asked
his eyes caught
by the exposed
remaining part
of her leg
go to the beach
of course
she said
and stop gawking
at my stump
will you Kid
unless you want
to kiss it
he looked away
back at
the nursing home
behind them
what if she sees us?
she won’t
she couldn’t see a fly
on her nose
Anne retorted
but what if we get caught
down there?
he asked
think positive Kid
we won’t
they won’t miss us
no more than Sister Paul
misses ***
she said
Baruch hesitated
he hated getting
into trouble
felt uneasy
about the deed
shall I get
your wheelchair?
no then they will know
if you go wheeling that
across the grass
no we’ll walk out
the back gate stealthily
she said
he looked at her
and smiled
she stared back
towards the nursing home
he stared
where her stump hung
just beneath
the short skirt
then looked away quick
as she gazed at him
let’s go Kid
and she crutched herself
forward between
the avenue of trees
and he followed
looking back
at the windows
of the home
wondering how many
eyes were there
but she was going on
at a determined rate
not caring a fig
leaving all things
to some unknown god
or fate.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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