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Terry Collett
Poems
Oct 2013
NOT HAVE TO GO.
You climbed through a broken window
at the back of the deserted pub
and you and ****
and Ingrid
went
into the gloomy bar room
with dust and chairs
and round tables
some broken
and empty glasses
and bottles
on shelves
and **** went
behind the bar
and said
what are you having?
large beer and a gin
for the lady
you said
sorry mate no beer
and we're right out of gin
**** said
shame
you said
Ingrid wandered
around the tables anxiously
do people come in here now?
no been closed for years
**** said
although some one's
been here
going by
the broken window
he added
Ingrid ran her finger
across a dusty table
could do with a good clean
she said
I think my granddad
used to drink here
said ****
I remember waiting outside
with a bottle of lemonade
and packet of crisps
I've done that
Ingrid said
what waited outside of here?
**** said
no not here
she said
another pub
the Duke of Wellington mostly
never done it
you said
ain't done what?
**** asked
waited outside pubs
you said
lucky you then
**** said
waited for hours once
Ingrid said
mum was away
and Dad was in there so long
that someone
asked about me
and he came out
and dragged me home
all annoyed
as if I'd complained
you gazed at her
waiting for the next comment
about her old man
but she didn't
say anything
but you knew
what he most probably did
when he got her home
she looked at the windows
with words on them
but they were back to front
and hard to read
**** held up a bottle
with a blue label
some sort of beer
he said
shall I open and have a swig?
no
said Ingrid
probably taste horrible
all beers taste horrible
**** said
he put the top
of the bottle
against a bottle opener
behind the bar
nailed to the bar top
and yanked it open
and smelt it
have a sniff
he said
and he brought the bottle
around the bar
and you had a sniff
smells all right
you said
Ingrid sniffed
yuk
she said
smells like my dad's breath
when he gets near me
**** had a quick swig
and pulled a face
yes horrible
he said
he put the bottle on the bar
and you all walked
around the bar room
then there a bang from upstairs
what the heck was that ?
**** said quietly
*****
you said
*****? Ingrid said anxiously
let's go
yes let's be off
**** said
and so you all tiptoed
as fast as you could
through to the back
and one by one
out the window
making sure
not to cut yourselves
on the broken glass
once outside
**** went off
down the subway
to his home
and you and Ingrid
walked along
the New Kent Road
in the late afternoon
she brushing off her dress
to get rid of the dust
and you rubbed your hands
together with spit
to clean them
the smell of fish
and vinegar
from the fish and chips shop
the passing traffic
she talked of going home
before her old man
got back
so she could wash
and clean up
her eyes
dark olives shining
and tearful
you said
tomorrow we can go
to the cinema
and see that cowboy film
I told you about
yes
she said softly
if I'm allowed out
and you crossed the road
and walked down
Meadow Row
wanting her to stay
and play and not
have to go.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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