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Terry Collett
Poems
Oct 2013
ELAINE'S SUNDAY MORNING.
She wiped her glasses
and put them on
and lay in bed
looking towards the window
she'd hardly slept
all night
the light brought
a new day
Sunday with church bells
from across the way
and the trees outside
the window swaying
Elaine still felt tired
she had tried not
to think of the boy John
who had talked to her
at school on the Friday
but every time
she turned over
he was there
talking about birds
about the skills
of the sparrow-hawk
or some such talk
had he really
talked to her?
doubts came
maybe it was just
a game he was playing
some big tease
put up to by others
to make laugh
and others please
she repeated word on word
sentence after sentence
trying to recall
his tone of voice
and those hazel eyes
of his peering
into her head and thoughts
God forbid
somethings are best hid
she thought
she'd got through
the previous day
without mentioning
about the boy to anyone
even during meals
when conversations
were strong
and always going on
she'd kept quiet
sat there staring
at the clock on the wall
or with vacant stare
the first boy
who had actually
spoken to her
and not verbally
abused or called
her names
or sniffed her school coat
and holding a nose
pretended to collapse
and die
OK
so she was frumpy looking
and shy
and the glasses
weren't her best feature
and her hair was hard
to manage and keep neat
but did he really talk to her
by the fence at school?
did he really touch her
as he went off
to get on the bus?
closing her eyes
she tried to
picture him again
the brushed back hair
the wrinkled forehead
the hazel eyes peering
the undone school tie
the unbuttoned shirt
that inch or so
of naked skin
and turning over in bed
she tried to hold on
to the image
inside her head
and snuggle down
between blankets
and sheets
with head on her pillow
Mum said it's time
to get up for breakfast
her younger sister said
no wasting the time
daydreaming
and then she had gone
out the door
leaving it ajar
time to get up
to get through the day
wondering if he'd be there
tomorrow and would
he talk again
or was that just
a one off
conversation
a bit of a lark
but she recalled him
once more
as she rose from bed
and walked
to the bathroom to wash
and wake
and even when
she returned
and began to dress
watching her frumpy frame
in the cupboard mirror
her small *******
her hair in a mess
she kept his image
in mind
trying to find
the place where
he touched her
sensing along
with her fingers
biting her lip
this new sensation
this opening up
like being on the edge
of a new world
wondering what it was
she felt inside and along her skin
was it natural
or was it a sin?
SET IN JUNE 1962.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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