LIZBETH AND BENEDICT'S SENSE OF CALM.

Benedict looked over the edge of the garden looked down at the sheer drop Lizbeth looked over too standing beside him quite a drop she said are your two little sisters safe when they stand here ? she asked we’re usually with them or my mum Benedict said he looked at the beautiful view ahead of him hills fields trees and bushes birds in the sky she looked sideways on at him his quiff of hair the open neck shirt the jeans the rest of his family were out picking blackberries while he was here alone with her and all he talked of was the garden and the view and how he helped up at the farm she looked back at the cottage thought of his room the bed the glass tank of shells and bones and moss the model Spitfire hanging from the ceiling she wouldn’t mind the Spitfire if she were laying there looking up at it while Benedict was on her entering her and the bed was creaking and she saying (what the girl in class said she did) but no instead she was standing in his garden on the edge while he talked of seeing some butterfly as if she cared what he saw except her on his bed unclothed sensing him touching feeling gazing at the ceiling can’t we go in? she said get to your bed? have s.e.x. before your mother comes back? Benedict thought he saw a sparrow hawk hovering in the bluey sky beautiful in its skill ready to dive and kill I’m dying to have sex with you she said bluntly tugging at his arm not now he said he smelt the farm over the way sensed the cool of county calm.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

terry-collett

English

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write