I stood at the top of the
boy's playground
with Dave. You were
there in the girl's playground
playing skip rope with a
group of other girls.
You see that redhead?
Dave said. I looked
over at you. Yes, I said,
you know her? Heard
of her, he replied, name's
Lizbeth somethingorother,
bit of a goer a kid in her
form class said. I watched
as you skipped as two other
girls turned the rope, your
feet leaving the ground,
your skirt rising as you rose up.
You know her? Dave said.
No, I said, seen her about.
Your red hair flared in the air
as you went up like a bird
in flight. Best avoided,
Dave said, girls are mostly
my Dad said, nothing but teasers.
I nodded then talked of Mr G
in metalwork and the tea caddy
spoon I was making. You looked
over at me and smiled, waved
a hand, I waved back behind
Dave's back, wishing you would
skip again, to see your hair in
flight like a red winged bird.
Dave walked on with me slow
unleashing word on boring word.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I stood at the top of the
boy's playground
with Dave. You were
there in the girl's playground
playing skip rope with a
group of other girls.
You see that redhead?
Dave said. I looked
over at you. Yes, I said,
you know her? Heard
of her, he replied, name's
Lizbeth somethingorother,
bit of a goer a kid in her
form class said. I watched
as you skipped as two other
girls turned the rope, your
feet leaving the ground,
your skirt rising as you rose up.
You know her? Dave said.
No, I said, seen her about.
Your red hair flared in the air
as you went up like a bird
in flight. Best avoided,
Dave said, girls are mostly
my Dad said, nothing but teasers.
I nodded then talked of Mr G
in metalwork and the tea caddy
spoon I was making. You looked
over at me and smiled, waved
a hand, I waved back behind
Dave's back, wishing you would
skip again, to see your hair in
flight like a red winged bird.
Dave walked on with me slow
unleashing word on boring word.
SCHOOL BOYS AND GIRLS IN SCHOOL IN SUSSEX 1961
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