Mother said
you were to go back
to Mrs Clark’s house
for tea after school
and she would pick
you up later
after work
and so when
the bell went
for the end
of the school day
you went with Mrs Clark
and her daughter Helen
for tea and Mrs Clark
talked all the way
to her house
her words rough
as hewn stones
going over your head
to which you just nodded
or shook your head
and when you arrived
at the house
which smelt
of past dinners
and washing drying
and the baby’s nappies
she said
What would you like for tea?
Bread and butter
bread jam
bread and Bovril
or dripping?
and how about
a large mug of tea?
Helen said
I’m having bread and jam
and a mug of tea
why don’t you too?
you said
Yes that will be fine
and shyly sat in a chair
by the window
looking out
at the backyard
where washing hung
on a clothesline
and an old doll’s pram
sat rusting by a wall
and Helen came
and sat next to you
in her grey skirt
and off white blouse
and swung her legs
back and forth
under the chair
her white ankle socks
and black scuffed shoes
coming in
and going out
of view
and she said
After tea
I’ll show you my dolls
and the doll’s house
my daddy made
out of orange boxes
and as Mrs Clark
made the tea
you sensed Helen’s small hand
run along your arm
which set alarm bells ringing
in your head
and a sweating in your palm.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
Mother said
you were to go back
to Mrs Clark’s house
for tea after school
and she would pick
you up later
after work
and so when
the bell went
for the end
of the school day
you went with Mrs Clark
and her daughter Helen
for tea and Mrs Clark
talked all the way
to her house
her words rough
as hewn stones
going over your head
to which you just nodded
or shook your head
and when you arrived
at the house
which smelt
of past dinners
and washing drying
and the baby’s nappies
she said
What would you like for tea?
Bread and butter
bread jam
bread and Bovril
or dripping?
and how about
a large mug of tea?
Helen said
I’m having bread and jam
and a mug of tea
why don’t you too?
you said
Yes that will be fine
and shyly sat in a chair
by the window
looking out
at the backyard
where washing hung
on a clothesline
and an old doll’s pram
sat rusting by a wall
and Helen came
and sat next to you
in her grey skirt
and off white blouse
and swung her legs
back and forth
under the chair
her white ankle socks
and black scuffed shoes
coming in
and going out
of view
and she said
After tea
I’ll show you my dolls
and the doll’s house
my daddy made
out of orange boxes
and as Mrs Clark
made the tea
you sensed Helen’s small hand
run along your arm
which set alarm bells ringing
in your head
and a sweating in your palm.
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