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Terry Collett
Poems
Oct 2013
HER PARENTS WON'T BE.
Ingrid climbed over
the metal fence
by Banks House
and onto the grass
her mother's shouting
in her ears
her father's hand
fresh upon the flesh
of her thigh stinging
the early morning sun
came over
the flats nearby
the grey clouds
promising rain
she climbed over
another metal fence
and crossed over
into Jail park
to ride the swings
or slide
or just sit
by the sandpit
and muse
and wait
Benedict would come soon
or so he said
the night before
as he walked her
to her door
hearing her parents
rowing
the park was almost deserted
a few kids
in the sandpit
one on the slide
she sat on one
of the swings
and pushed off
from the ground
her thigh stinging
as she moved away
reaching for the sky
her feet in the air
trying to get there
she leaned forward
then back
to get herself higher
pushing herself
up and up
feeling the air
in her face
in her hair
thinking of how
her sister got away
with things but she
did not
she was punished
for little things
while she could stay
out late
or come home drunk
and back chat and lie
but she had only
to make a mistake
or say a wrong word
or look the wrong way
and it was slap
or whack as it
was today
her feet reached up
her black battered shoes
seemingly touching
the sky
she looked around
on the ground
at the trees
or kids
feeling free
to think
and breathe
and be
but still no Benedict
in sight
no sign of him
since last night
she missed him
and needed him today
someone to listen
to what had happened
to her today
she slowed down
the swing
put her feet
as brakes
to come to a halt
and sit and stare
then she heard
his voice
Benedict had come
cowboy hat
and jeans
and 6 shooter gun
and that broad smile
and he sat on a swing
beside her
and she told him
about the morning
and the slap
and thump
and whack
he listened
and saddened
and took her hand
and said
let's go find our horses
and ride to the place
that cowboys go
in that far away land
and she nodded
and said
we can have a cabin
with curtains
and a wooden bed
and table and chairs
and land to have
as far as the eye
could see
sure
he said
where ever we are
your parents
won't be.
SET IN LONDON IN 1950S.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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