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Terry Collett
Poems
Oct 2013
DOWNPOUR OF RAIN.
She parked her bike
by the stone bridge
and stared down at the river
waiting for Naaman
he said to meet her there(
he finished
his half day of work
just before)
and go for a ride
and see a few things
she'd not seen him
since the Sunday before
a short walk through the woods
by the farmhouse
out of sight
of her parent's gaze
hand in hand
flesh on flesh
she watched
as the river flowed onwards
the ever flowing water
then Milka heard him call
as he rode near the bridge
waving a hand
she looked at him riding
with his Elvis style hair
and jeans and open neck shirt
he dismounted his bike
next to hers
and walked to her
she stood expectantly
nerves tingling
her whole insides
butterflying
he kissed her cheek
she held his hands
kissed again
got here as fast as I could
Naaman said
your brothers have gone
into town
so won't be this way
in a while
she smiled
I wondered
if they'd be with you
she said
you look pretty
he said shyly
do I?
she said
course you do
he said
nice of you to say
where are we going?
she asked
bike ride
he said
where to?
a place I used to live
he said
is it far?
Milka asked
not that far
we can go through
the back lanes mostly
he said
ok
she said
so they got on their bikes
and rode off up the hill
he in front she behind
along country lanes
up hills down hills
through narrower lanes
along a main road
keeping to the side
of the grass verge
and 20 minutes later
they were there
and he rode into a narrow path
and got off his bike
by some trees
and she followed
and did likewise
she bent over
getting her breath back
he leaned against a tree
some ride
he said
longer than I thought
she blew out breath
and inhaled
leaning by Naaman
you lived here?
yes up the road a bit
second cottage in
she looked around her
quiet here
yes is it
he said
come I'll show where it is
and he took her hand
and walked her
through the woods
and narrow path
she sensed his hand
in hers
ran her thumb
on the back
of his hand
there
he said
through that gate
they stood looking at a gate
at the back of a cottage
who lives there now?
she asked
don't know
he said sadly
I'll show you the pond
where I used to fish
and where I'd sit
and think things through
so she walked with him
through a wooded path
the area darker
because of denseness of trees
then they came to a fence
and they climbed over
and through a field
and then he showed her
the large pond
where he used to fish
they walked to the edge
and stood looking
at the water's skin
her hand still in his
sunlight filtering
through the trees above
they sat down on the grass
did you catch any fish here?
she asked
no but I tried
he said
she kissed him
he smelt apples
fresh picked
her flush of skin
her eyes bright
her short cropped hair
she leaned against him
he sensed her nearness
her beat of heart
her small **** pressing
against the yellow top
least I won't hear
my mother call from here
she said
or my brothers teasing
guess not
he said
they worry about you
you're only 14
she looked away
you're only 16
she countered
besides I'm with you
they trust you
she added
do they?
he said
course they do
she said
turning her head
taking in
his hazel eyed stare
do they know
you're with me today?
she shook her head
they didn't ask
and I didn't say
she said
Yaakov knows
Naaman said
I told him
you did?
she said
what did he say?
said he felt sorry for me
but that I'd soon recover
she looked at him
what a cheek
she said
is that all he said?
yes then he talked
of the new Elvis film
at the flicks
and was I going
is that all?
he nodded
he'll tell my mother
she said
don't think so
he replied
he said he'll leave that
for you to do
and she lay her head
against his shoulder
and he kissed her head
and they sat there
in the quietness
kissing now
and again
then ran for cover
from a downpour of rain.
POEM SET IN 1964.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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