Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Enid's old man gives me the stare as we pass on the stair I know he's whacked her for sure after the cinema date and coming back late but he says nothing his the silent glare as if he could scare I walk on up and he goes down that cocky way he has of walking away that Bogart stare to my Elvis smile at least for a while I look down at him from the balcony as he crosses the Square and off out of sight to work or play as any other day I wait to be sure he won't return then go to Enid's door and knock and wait no one comes all is quiet no answer to my knock so I knock again and her mother comes and pokes her head around the door and says what do you want? how's Enid? I ask best go or her father'll know and give us both another blow I stand my ground and give her a stare where is she? is she ok? her mother sports a blackened eye he might return she says he's gone I watched him go I say she sighs and calls ENID and walks past me to the balcony and looks over Enid comes to the door red eyed and a swollen lip can you come out and play? I ask her mother walks back to the door and says not today now go away I lean towards Enid and kiss her cheek and touch her hand see you around Kid I say then her mother closes the door and reluctantly I go away.
0
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
NOT THIS TIME 1957.
Enid's old man gives me the stare as we pass on the stair I know he's whacked her for sure after the cinema date and coming back late but he says nothing his the silent glare as if he could scare I walk on up and he goes down that cocky way he has of walking away that Bogart stare to my Elvis smile at least for a while I look down at him from the balcony as he crosses the Square and off out of sight to work or play as any other day I wait to be sure he won't return then go to Enid's door and knock and wait no one comes all is quiet no answer to my knock so I knock again and her mother comes and pokes her head around the door and says what do you want? how's Enid? I ask best go or her father'll know and give us both another blow I stand my ground and give her a stare where is she? is she ok? her mother sports a blackened eye he might return she says he's gone I watched him go I say she sighs and calls ENID and walks past me to the balcony and looks over Enid comes to the door red eyed and a swollen lip can you come out and play? I ask her mother walks back to the door and says not today now go away I lean towards Enid and kiss her cheek and touch her hand see you around Kid I say then her mother closes the door and reluctantly I go away.
A BOY AND GIRL AND MOTHER IN LONDON IN 1957.
terry-collett
Written by
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem