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Terry Collett
Poems
Mar 2014
LIZBETH AND FAILURE.
Lizbeth was waiting for me
by the hedge
under the water tower
been waiting for you
she said
been helping
sawing logs
I said
where we going?
she asked
walk up the Downs?
I said
she shrugged
her shoulders
I suppose so
she said moodily
where else?
I said
what about
that empty cottage
down the lane
she said
that would be
less far to go
and more likely
likely for what?
I said
you know
she said
might be a place
an empty shed or such
I looked at her hair
drawn into a pony tail
her eyes fixed on me
we'll have to walk then
I said
you can leave your bike
by our shed
ok
she said
and so we walked back
to the cottage
and left her bike
by the shed wall
and walked down the lane
at a steady pace
don't you find
all this countryside
boring?
she said
no shops
no cinema
no place to go
it's ok
I said
I don't get bored
I go for walks
collect bird's eggs
look for animal skeletons
in the woods
fossils in the chalk walls
stop
she said
that's so dull
bad enough
you showed me
all that stuff
that time
in your bedroom
I smiled
you forgot to mention
my Spitfire hanging
from the ceiling
of course
she said
just what
I always wanted
to see
she looked
at the small stream
by the path
where you walked
in your bedroom
and all you
could think about
was showing me
your bones and fossils
and I wanted
to do things
she said
I found a wren's nest
up there
earlier this year
I said
pointing to an area
on her right
didn't disturb it though
waited until
the chicks had hatched
and flown away
before I collected
the eggshell remains
she didn't look impressed
she looked at the sky
where rooks flew
over head
my cousin collects
bird's eggs
she said
he gets them
as soon as he can
and blows out
the gunk inside
through a small hole
so yuk
she said
she took my hand
in hers as we turned
along the path
leading to
the empty cottage
stuck on the edge
of a field
come on
she said
let's have a look
for some place
we can do things
I followed her
through the front gate
and along a path
by weeds
and flowers mingled
roses red and yellow
by a wall
she tried
a shed door
but it was locked
she walked further along
to the back
of the cottage
and tried the back door
which was locked
she looked
in a window
this porch way
would give us cover
she said
looking around her
cover for what?
I said
for doing things
she said
not comfortable though
she added
looking at
the red brick
by the back door porch
I was hoping
there would be
some where
she said
she drew me into
the porch way
and put her arms
about me
and kissed me
her lips
were warm
and wettish
her tongue entered
into my mouth
like a small fish
a tractor sounded nearby
she broke away
and looked
by the porch
over towards
the field behind
a blue tractor
moved by
the edge
of the field
the noise loud
and smoke rising
in the air
that was it
her whole body froze
and her eyes
had a cold angry glare.
A BOY AND GIRL AND A COUNTRY WALK IN 1961.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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