We sit by the small pond
after school
Mother's still out shopping
Yehudit says
so we can sit
and talk awhile
the water's murky
no ducks or fish
in this small place
maybe tadpoles
or old boots
or ******* thrown in
trees surrounding
are still in leaf
no one must know
what we did
and where today
she says
I look at the tin can
lying on the side
of the muddy pond
as if I would
I say
if it got out
my mum'd **** me
she says
what about your dad?
I ask
he would **** me too
if Mum told him
he could
a blackbird settles
on a branch
on my left
black
yellow beak
noisy
but worse than that
what would the other girls say?
lucky you?
no they wouldn't
she says
they'd say what a slapper
what a ****
and there of all places
she's quiet
and stares at the pond
but you're not
we didn't plan it
I say
but we did it
and what if someone saw us
what if a teacher
or prefect came in the gym
lunchtime and saw us?
somewhere to our left
a dog barks
smell of the farm
just over a cow moos
no one did
I say
live what is
not what might have been
or may have happened
she sighs
and looks at me
with her blue eyes
guess so
she looks at the wrist watch
on my wrist
better go
Mum'll be back
on the next bus
she says
we get up
and brush ourselves down
and walk through the woods
it was good though
even if it was
an odd place
I say
odd being
the operative word
she smiles
the fear of someone
coming in
made it seem
more daring
I suggest
daring?
absolutely mad
she says
but yes
it was good
we came to the back
of the cottage
where I lived
shall I walk you home?
no best not
she says
Mum's not struck on you
thinks you might
get me into trouble
I frown
me?
but butter wouldn't melt
in my mouth
I say
she smiles and walks on
I THINK IT WOULD
she shouts back at me
and walks out of sight
I turn into the garden
and along the path
thinking to myself
she's right.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
We sit by the small pond
after school
Mother's still out shopping
Yehudit says
so we can sit
and talk awhile
the water's murky
no ducks or fish
in this small place
maybe tadpoles
or old boots
or ******* thrown in
trees surrounding
are still in leaf
no one must know
what we did
and where today
she says
I look at the tin can
lying on the side
of the muddy pond
as if I would
I say
if it got out
my mum'd **** me
she says
what about your dad?
I ask
he would **** me too
if Mum told him
he could
a blackbird settles
on a branch
on my left
black
yellow beak
noisy
but worse than that
what would the other girls say?
lucky you?
no they wouldn't
she says
they'd say what a slapper
what a ****
and there of all places
she's quiet
and stares at the pond
but you're not
we didn't plan it
I say
but we did it
and what if someone saw us
what if a teacher
or prefect came in the gym
lunchtime and saw us?
somewhere to our left
a dog barks
smell of the farm
just over a cow moos
no one did
I say
live what is
not what might have been
or may have happened
she sighs
and looks at me
with her blue eyes
guess so
she looks at the wrist watch
on my wrist
better go
Mum'll be back
on the next bus
she says
we get up
and brush ourselves down
and walk through the woods
it was good though
even if it was
an odd place
I say
odd being
the operative word
she smiles
the fear of someone
coming in
made it seem
more daring
I suggest
daring?
absolutely mad
she says
but yes
it was good
we came to the back
of the cottage
where I lived
shall I walk you home?
no best not
she says
Mum's not struck on you
thinks you might
get me into trouble
I frown
me?
but butter wouldn't melt
in my mouth
I say
she smiles and walks on
I THINK IT WOULD
she shouts back at me
and walks out of sight
I turn into the garden
and along the path
thinking to myself
she's right.
BOY AND GIRL BY A SMALL POND IN 1962.
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