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Terry Collett
Poems
Aug 2013
THE NEW CANARY.
After Friday school
after two boring lessons
with Mr Finn
you went home
with Janice for tea
and to see
her gran's new canary
and she told you
the blue one
had died
and her gran
had bought
a new one
and you told her
about the Ivanhoe book
you'd bought
out of your pocket money
about this Saxon
and King Richard 1
and you said
your old man
had made you a sword
out of metal
at his work place
and painted it blue
and you wore it
through your elastic belt
with the snake buckle
and she listened politely
as she always did
even if she was bored
which she probably was
and when you got
to her gran's place
she took you in
and her gran said
glad you could come
I saw your mother
the other day
and she said it was ok
for you to come
and Janice showed you
the new canary
in the cage
hanging from the holder
over by the window
and she asked her gran
if she could get
the bird out
and her gran said
she could but be careful
it don't fly away
and so Janice let
the canary out
of the cage
and it flew around
the room a few times
then settled on
her red beret
and started pecking
at it
what's the bird called?
you asked
Gran's started calling it yellow
Janice said
because its colour
is yellow
you watched the bird
pecking at her beret
and her eyes looked upwards
and she held out a finger
and the bird flew down on it
and perched there
and she stroked its beak
and then after a while
she put it back
in its cage
and shut the door
and her gran said
what would you like for tea?
and you said
bread and jam
would be fine
and a mug of tea
to go with it
and her gran said
is that all?
nothing cooked?
Janice said she was having
scrambled egg on toast
and some rice pudding
for afterwards
and so you said
ok that sounded good
and her gran went off
and you sat with Janice
and she turned on the radio
and listened
to some classical music
which bored the hell
out of you
but at least
you were with Janice
and she smiled
and looked at you
all kind of seriously
and you liked her red beret
and her white blouse
and grey skirt
and her fair hair
touching her shoulders
and her thin fingers
reaching out
and touching your
slightly ink-stained ones
and she talked
of the names
of the children
she was going to have
when she grew up
and how many
boys and girls
she was going to have
and you nodded
and took nothing in
except the beauty
of her lips as she spoke
and her gran called
from the kitchen
lay the table ready Janice
and she got up
leaving your fingers
to tingle
which you guessed
was nice.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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