"tilly" poems
I
Calico Pie,
The little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue,
And they sang 'Tilly-loo!'
Till away they flew,--
And they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!
II
Calico Jam,
The little Fish swam,
Over the syllabub sea,
He took off his hat,
To the Sole and the Sprat,
And the Willeby-Wat,--
But he never came back to me!
He never came back!
He never came back!
He never came back to me!
III
Calico Ban,
The little Mice ran,
To be ready in time for tea,
Flippity flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup,--
But they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!
IV
Calico Drum,
The Grasshoppers come,
The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
Over the ground,
Around and around,
With a hop and a bound,--
But they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!
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WHEN Grace Gray uncovered her wedding dress from the back of the wardrobe, she knew exactly what to do with her something old – turn it into something new.
The doting gran gifted her much-loved satin gown to her daughter Michelle, so she could have it made into a christening robe for her baby Pippa.
And the beautiful wee girl was all smiles on her special day in her hand-me-down, upcycled gown.
Michelle, 32, said: “I always loved my mum’s wedding dress and never imagined it would become my daughter’s christening dress, but I’m so glad it did.
“For Pippa to be christened in such a special family dress made the day all the more amazing.”
Grace, 54, wore the pearl-encrusted ivory dress when she married husband William, 73, in Clydebank 18 years ago.
Michelle helped her mum to pick the dress and was a bridesmaid at the wedding.
She said: “I was quite young when my mum married my stepdad and I remember going shopping with her when she picked the dress.
“It had lots of pearls and diamantes and I just loved all the sparkle. She looked so beautiful.”
After her wedding, Grace packed away her dress in a box and kept it at the back of her wardrobe.
Michelle, who is looking forward to her own wedding to partner Frazer Ward, 29, next year, said: “It has been there ever since but she came across it when she was clearing out.
“It was her idea to have it turned into a christening dress for Pippa.”
The family took the dress to Fabricated Bridal Alterations in Glasgow, where the seamstresses made not only the christening dress but a head band for Pippa and a matching hair clip for her sister Tilly, four.
Michelle, who also lives in Clydebank, added: “I did feel a little bit anxious at the thought of mum’s
dress being cut up but the end result was so beautiful.
“Mum had a tear in her eye when she saw it.”
Grace said: “I can’t think of any better use of my wedding dress than seeing it given to my
granddaughter for her christening.
“I felt really honoured to share in her big day in such a special way. I was overwhelmed by how beautiful she looked.”
Andrina Greig, of Fabricated Bridal Alterations, said there was a rising trend for women to put their wedding dresses to good use.
She added: “We’ve had more and more women getting their wedding dresses made into a christening gown for their children – but this is the first time we have had a grandmother’s dress brought in to be made into a christening gown.
“Michelle’s mum’s dress was perfect for the transformation.
“It was in great condition and the beading, bow and button details were ideal for scaling down and keeping as a feature on the christening dress. We were thrilled with how beautiful Pippa’s gown looked.”
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screeches
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cucumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screechs
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cuecumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they know,
He drives his beasts above Cabra.
The voice tells them home is warm.
They moo and make brute music with their hoofs.
He drives them with a flowering branch before him,
Smoke pluming their foreheads.
Boor, bond of the herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!
I bleed by the black stream
For my torn bough!
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I put on a Count Basie LP
on the blue covered
record-player,
Tilly lay on the bed
filing her finger nails,
looking at them
making sure
they were even.
I looked out
the bedroom window
onto the grass and hedge
and to my right
the apple orchard.
I loved the saxophone solo
on the Basie LP,
moved my head
to the beat.
Did your mum believe
you went to stay
at a friend's house?
I said.
Yes, she seemed to,
Tilly said,
taking her eyes
from her nails
to gaze at me.
Had to be convincing,
and lie of course,
Tilly added,
looking at me
more intensely.
Which friend
did you say?
I asked.
Pretend friend,
I haven't a friend
I can lie about
so convincingly,
Tilly said.
I guess so,
I said,
turning to face her
lying there on my bed,
the trumpeter soloing
on Basie track.
Doesn't your mum
mind us being up here
in your room?
Tilly said.
I said I wanted to you
to hear my new Basie LP,
I said.
I don't like jazz,
I like the Beatles
and Bob Dylan,
Tilly said.
Had to say something,
I said.
We had good ***
at Uncle's place
didn't we?
she said,
smiling,
putting away
her nail-file.
We had.
I remembered it
as I sat on the bed
looking back at her,
wishing we could here,
but it would be too risky
with my mother
just downstairs,
and my young brother
likely to come up
any minute.
Is your place
ever empty?
I asked.
Seldom,
Tilly said,
Mother is nearly always there,
doing her housework
or the garden
or preparing meals.
The Basie big band
was playing out the track
and then stopped,
and there was silence.
I leaned to her
and kissed her lips.
She put her arms
around me,
and we held close.
Lips to lips stuck.
We wanted to,
but we couldn't
worst luck.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat alligator before he eats you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat-alligator-before-alligator-eats-you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat-alligator-before-alligator-eats-you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
I found a man of great Tilly stock,
And asked him for a frilly walk,
Unto which he said he’ll tell
The way to Heaven and the way to Hell.
“Pimply weaves of basket bread,
And a golden goose upon the head;
Let it squawk with plumpy feathers
With that you’ll relinquish worldy tethers.”
Frowned up in loofy days,
“Sir tell me of your ghangly ways!”
I loosed and cried; simply confused
“Worry not my sun and moon your muse!
For water is a half-penny to a tree,
And snickle-snacks don’t sell for free.
Yet if you must know of my tale,
Then sit there yonder and make a trail.”
However Sir, I am not meek
I have no cunning for the week.
“Your tale I do not wish to know,
Simply tell me which way to go!”
Crimpets high and yellow traps,
“You’ll lose yourself with the bats.
Go up; go down with nickle fritz,
Beware to lose yourself upon the blitz
For in rush and haste there in gleeb,
Wear ignorance for the trancy steed.
I let loose of many brumble yunk,
To sail for seas I never thunk
Yet wax and wane for waves ah-do,
And loose bracknees in multitude.
Traverse tall grass and shundy groves
And you’ll lose those things you thought you loathe.”
“My oh my old man I sigh,
For those things be near nor nigh.”
And with that I give my sullen reply
And turned and a bid a fair goodbye.
Yet upon reminiscence I bade in lye,
And whim my eye not to cry.
For in the tall tale of thy,
Taught I was to live; not die.
Question not a method sly.
But he mumbled and grumbled,
Though he never stumbled.
Living for him he never frumbled.
Many days he spent catching geese,
Upon a head knit with fleece.
OH! I should have let him talk; not cease
For to iron a book you can use yeast.
Heaven to Hell dived by two,
Heed the old man and crux with yew.
And ewe and ewe will catch the flu
Sheep don’t lead in a society so true.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
I am so smitten with my little kitten,
She's fluffy and puffy and nice.
She plays with her ball and runs up the wall,
But sometimes she's scared of mice!
Now this might seem silly for my cat named Tilly
But it happened to her one night,
While sleeping and dreaming a mouse came a creeping
And woke her with such a fright!
“What’s going on?” It’s nearly the dawn!”
Said Tilly to the mouse with a frown.
He said, ‘It’s cold outside; I just wanted to hide,
Away from the noisy town.
So Tilly jumped up and looked at the mouse.
She purred at his ears and shoved him about.
She said, “You’re not scary. You’re as small as a fairy!
You can stay for the night, and then you’re out!”
PS: Tilly doesn’t eat mice because she’s a vegetarian!
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Ihis As P Tilly Soem,
What Till Yake Lou Maugh,
Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem!
Wou Sill Yay:
Ihis Ns Tonsense!
Ind A Lill Waugh!
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
I had just got in
from work.
My mother
was at the stove cooking.
Odd that you and Benny
were at Richmond
at the same time
and you never met
my mother said.
I didn't know
he was going
to be there
I said
I was looking after
Uncle's house
while he was away.
She looked at me
her eyes scanning me
I knew she didn't
believe me
but she had no proof
we had met
just her intuition.
The radio was on
in the background
some classical stuff.
The clock on
the mantelshelf
was ticking.
I hope you never
met with him
she said.
Of course not
I lied
putting on my
innocent gaze.
It would be
a betrayal of your
Uncle's trust
to have taken
him there.
Taken who where?
I said
wanting to go upstairs
and wash and change.
That boy Benny
back at Uncle's house
she said.
I wouldn't
dream of it
I lied
pushing thoughts
of Benny and me
having *** in the bed
for the second time
in an hour.
Best get changed
for dinner
she said
looking at me
the way she had
when she didn't
believe me.
I went upstairs
leaving her to stew
I wouldn’t confess
there was nothing
she could do.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
LEARNING FROM MY DAUGHTER
she poses
pauses
poses
"Wot ya doin'
Tilly
my eyes question her
"I'm inventing
my self
making my world"
I wordless
my daughter far more
wiser than her father
could ever be
but then
she's three
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 10:53 AM UTC
I got my horse her name is tilly,
what a rough rider my little filly,
when I give her lovin she tells me back with shovin,
when we start ridin I lead her to the side in,
Round bout the barrel swift like a carol,
when she starts racing I cant hear her pacing,
along with her feet i can feal the rythm and chase her to the beet
I'd never use a whip she lissons to my hip,
she can be craazy I gotta hold grip she can be lazy I gotta give her lip.
Fly over jumps streak through the creek,
Don't over run even when fun she'll feal weak and turn the other cheek.
Now were done I say she's number one,
end of our session we both learn a lesson,
head to the barn to untack give her grain her favorite snack.
and brush her main cause I'm her master Take her back out to the pasture ,
with other horses
there all at play It's dinner time I'll get your hay.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
I met Tilly after she
had finished work,
before she caught
her bus home, we
went to a milk bar,
had a coffee and bun.
What did your mum say
about you coming to my
place to listen to LPs?
I said. She doesn't trust
you, Tilly said, and she
doesn't believe your mum
will be there to supervise.
I sipped my black coffee
disappointed. What about
on your half day? She need
not know you're coming
to my place; we can play
my sister's Beatles LPs or
my Elvis, I said. Too risky,
she might wonder why I'm
not home on my half day,
Tilly said. I lit a cigarette
and so did she. Tell her in
advance you've got some
stock-taking to do. Tilly
sighed: I've done more
stock-taking recently;
she'll suspect I'm up to no
good. I looked at her and
smiled; I tried and failed,
but at least I can look at
you now and enjoy your
beauty, I said. She frowned:
I am off on holiday the week
after next, maybe we could
arrange something then,
she said, I have an uncle
in Richmond and he's asked
me to stay and look after his
house for a few days while
he's away. Richmond? I said,
I suppose I could take a day
off and meet you. No, she said,
a night as well. I smiled and
so did she. Sometimes there's
a rainbow you just don't see.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
I didn't know
you would be here,
Tilly's mother said,
when she came in
and saw us sitting
on the sofa together.
She stared at Tilly
more than me.
Benny just popped in
to see me as it's
my half day off work
and we've had a chat,
Tilly said.
Her mother stared at me;
have you offered
Benny a drink?
She said.
No not yet,
Tilly said.
Well get him one then;
I don't suppose
he will want to hang
around all day
waiting for a drink.
Tilly got up,
and went to the kitchen.
I was left alone
with her mother,
who sat down
in her armchair
still looking at me.
Is it your
afternoon off too?
She said.
No I work in two shifts;
I go back to work
about 5pm,
I said.
She looked at the clock
on the mantle-shelf
which showed 3.25pm.
She nodded her head,
and looked around the room
as if looking for signs
we may have been
up to something(trusting soul).
It is not any young man
I would have here with Tilly,
you know,
I know your mother
has brought you up
to honour and respect girls,
so I am trusting in your case,
she said,
looking back
at me again.
I was thinking about Tilly
and me up in her room
about half hour previously
lying next to each other
after having had ***
a couple of times.
That is nice to know,
I said,
that you trust me.
She stared stiffly;
her eyes narrowing.
It is important that girls
appreciate their virginity,
she said.
I listened out for Tilly;
that she'd come back soon,
and wouldn't put
her foot in it
as she nearly did
the other time
I came around,
and her mother
interrogated me.
What are your prospects
where you work?
She asked.
Prospects?
I said.
What are the future developments
at your place of employment?
She said.
Upward and *****
I said.
She stared at me.
I *****
and pull down marquees,
I said smiling.
She did not smile back:
and the future?
What are your prospects?
I have no idea,
I said.
She sat forward,
and looked towards
the kitchen:
where has that girl gone?
Visiting India
to buy it?
She said.
I smiled;
she didn't.
After a few minutes,
Tilly entered
with a tray of cups
and saucers for three,
and set it down
on a small coffee table
in the center of the room,
and stood up smiling.
Done it,
she said.
You took your time,
her mother said,
where you been, India?
Tilly stopped smiling,
and sat next to me.
What have you two
been doing this afternoon?
her mother asked.
Talking about our school days,
Tilly said.
Is that all?
Her mother said.
Well we did talk
about other things too,
she said.
I mean other
than talking,
her mother said.
Benny kissed me once,
Tilly lied.
Her mother eyed me:
is that all?
Well maybe twice,
I said.
Her mother selected
a cup and saucer
and sipped from the cup,
and stared at Tilly
and not me.
Virginity is highly prized
in our family,
her mother said,
not until marriage
is it to be relinquished,
her mother said.
I nodded,
and Tilly
went red.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
Hey Jessy
You and Honey were always besties
The way you played around
Jumped and bounced on the ground
Always looked so young
That same puppy that we once brought home
I remember that day very clear
It feels oh so near
The first thing you did was hide from us
Until I went and made a fuss
You sat under that tree for hours on end
I remember sitting there making you happy
And all you did was be snappy
Our friendship grew from that moment
You never understood how much it meant to me
The little piece of my heart you stole
You will stay with me for ever
Me and you we went through everything together
If feels so strange to say that you have left us now
How can that be; you were always so strong
Why can't your life still be here and long
You were always so timid to new people
But once you got to know them they were like treacle
I remember the day you first attacked the letters
You were so funny but so naughty
I remember the day that Tilly past away
You stayed so strong but showed your heart
Just like the way you loved Honey from the start
Jess you character oh so different
But that's what made you who you were
To be special to me takes real might
I will always remember you as being the one that went down with a fight
I have put you into writing so that you will never be forgot
Faces of new and faces of old will always remember you as Jessy Kilsby-Steele
Jessy I will always love and remember you and your beauty
~AlphaX
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
THE TELLING OF TALES TO TILLY
She gathers up
all the once upon a times
weaves them together
in her mind
a daisy chain
of long long agos.
I tell her tales
with eyes closed.
She listens
with eyes shut.
Both blind
to the moment
listening intently
only to the then
words turning into
worlds.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Many daze in the rippsy tav the Nates will hiber by their Glit
'N sometime prea with the gigaslav and there zellgreth betwit.
Now once there was a Tilly Stoet who'd paineram in the dippserill
Nifty Nates would knowet and greal it's very Tips-a-Prill
A day or more had passed in tyme till one day the gigaslav broke
Now Tilly Stoets speak of brine 'n the merryjaunah they'd smoke.
Oh they'd **** there poppers 'n slop their drippers
'Till one day the pole greasemen came.
The Tilly Stoets acted like poets and that was really O.K.
But the buzzers were fuzzers and wouldn't ya knowet
They took all there pots away.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Up in the attic ten houses all static
Neither high nor low nor asking where to go
Through the broken painters
And the long line of fakers
You broke on through
To show me how to do
And the line of the high relinquishers
And the hot headed hoarders helping themselves while lame
Unleashed their fury
You though not feeling a thing
The panic men threw up their arms and gripped them as well
They thought their plan was sweet and oh' so swell
Then the mystery that laid them on their back since they were twelve
Showed up through the back door
Not asking for anything never feeling poor
Another past of the present becomes the thing in itself
The yarn spins itself silly
I just miss You Tilly
But so long for now and
Fare thee oh so well
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 12:54 PM UTC
Thursdays were
Tilly's half
day closing
I met her
outside her
workplace shop
and went for
a coffee
and cream bun
opposite
where she worked
busy day?
I asked her
too busy
never stopped
she replied
where do we
go after
having this?
She asked
is your mum
home this time?
I asked her
she's not back
for an hour
or two yet
Tilly said
your place then?
If you like
she replied
so we ate
and drank up
and got a
bus to her
mother's place
Tilly got
out her key
and unlocked
the back door
and went in
I followed
a large clock
went tick tock
follow me
Tilly said
we climbed up
creaky stairs
to her room
sunlight shone
on her bed
a dark pink
candlewick
bed cover
lay on top
she undressed
quite quickly
so did I
into bed
Tilly said
so we did
and were just
starting to
get engaged
when we heard
two voices
down below
in Tilly's
front garden
we lay still
who is it?
I asked her
Tilly got
out of bed
and looked out
the window
my brothers
sawing wood
at the back
she whispered
best get dressed?
I asked her
not just yet
she came back
to the bed
and made love
half an ear
for voices
then lay there
afterwards
exhausted.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
Tilly and I
got a bus
to the seaside;
it was her week off
of work
and I was off
for the day.
Did your mother asked
where you were going?
I said.
I said I was going
to the seaside
for the day
with a friend,
Tilly said,
not exactly
a lie that way.
I smiled,
but if she knew
she'd blow her top,
I said.
Best she doesn't
find out then,
Tilly said.
We watched
the passing scenery
from the bus window.
When we got
to the seaside
we got off the bus
and went down
to the beach
and lay down
looking at the sea
and the waves
rushing up the sand.
Shame we can't
get a room here
for the week,
Tilly said,
we could make love
as often as
we liked then.
Your mother would
get suspicious
if you were here
for a week
in a b&b;
with a friend,
I said.
Yes she would,
Tilly said,
she'd be down here
on the next bus
searching for me,
going to the b&b;
I would have to tell her
and see who I was with.
I nodded.
She smiled.
We lay there
for awhile,
then got up
and off to get
a bite to eat
at some cheap cafe,
wondering what
we would do
for the rest of the day.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
I lay beside Tilly
in a field behind
her parents' place;
it was summery,
and the sky the bluest blue
I'd seen in ages.
What do you want
to do in the future?
She asked.
Lead a band,
and play my saxophone,
I said.
Lead a band?
She said.
Yes jazz band,
I said.
She turned
and looked at me,
Anything else?
She said.
Make a bit of money,
I guess,
I said.
She raised her highbrows,
anything other
than that?
She asked.
Travel the world,
I suppose,
I said.
And me?
What about me
and you?
She said.
Can you play
an instrument?
I asked.
No, but I mean
our future?
I looked past her;
a steam train went by
on the rail track.
O I see what you mean
us getting married?
Yes,
she said,
and a family.
But we're only 17;
too soon for that,
I said.
She turned away
from me,
and looked towards
the woods near by.
We won't always be 17,
she said,
so we could think
about it as a future thing.
I studied her back,
her waistline,
her cute ****
the legs that
went on downwards.
Sure we can talk
about that,
I said,
remembering
the last time
we had ***
and her kisses
and hugs.
She turned
towards me again,
talk and plan things
in our heads,
she said.
What about the band?
I said.
What band?
The band I might lead.
She looked at me,
have you got a band?
Not yet,
but I may have one,
I said.
Talk about it
when you do,
until then...
she kissed me
and put her hand
around my waist
and drew me closer.
I put my hand
on her hip,
then her ****
I smelt her perfume.
Then she moved away
and said:
Mum might be
watching us
from the upstairs window.
So we lay there
and watched another
train steam by
and go.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC