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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2014
GETTING ENID FED.
Dennis sat by me
in the playground
we'd swapped cigarette
football cards
and he was seeing
what he had
how can you talk
to that Enid girl?
she stinks
and I’m sure
she has fleas
he said
Enid had stopped
and talked to me
a short time before
she's ok
I said
home life isn't good
what with her old man
and that mother of hers
she still smells though
he said
it's an acquired taste
I said
what's an acquired taste?
he asked
Enid is
once you get to know her
and be with her
she's kind of special
I said
he laughed
you can acquire it
if you want
he said
but to me
she isn't nothing special
just smelly
he sorted through
his cards again
I looked over
the playground
where Enid stood alone
by the far wall
watching girls
play skip rope
the evening before
after tea
I met her
by the entrance
to the flats
the sky getting dark
kids still played
out in the Square
had your tea?
I asked her
my dad said
I wasn't to have any
because I'd not
made my bed properly
Enid said
you haven't eaten?
she shook her head
but I'd seen her old man
go out earlier
to the pub
won't your mother
get you some
now your old man's out?
I asked
no she's frightened of him
Enid said
she thinks he may
come home
and see me eating
and then we'd both
get it
I can get you something
back at my place
I said
my mother'll
get you something
no best not
Enid said
she looked out
at the kids playing
over by the wall
come on with me
I said
where we going?
she asked
chip shop
to get you some chips
and a 7Up
I said
she looked at me
what if he sees me?
he's in the pub
getting plastered
I said
we'll go the other way
he won't see you
she hesitated
but what if he does?
then I’ll say
I dragged you there
she looked out
at the darkening sky
I’ve no money
she said
I have 1/6d
I said
that'll get it
she fiddled
with her fingers
it's getting dark
she said
I don't care if its so dark
you can't see
you're coming
to the chip shop
with me
I took her thin hand
and we walked
through the Square
and down the *****
and along
Rockingham Street
she had her own
kind of scent
an acquired taste
but not bad
but not sweet.
BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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