Terry Collett : Writing

Mary And The Truant Girls 1963.

Mary And The Truant Girls 1963.

A Poem by Terry Collett


It's our last time to play truant before we leave school, Magdalene said, after this it's every girl for herself in the mad world out there, so make t..
One Sunday Afternoon 1979.

One Sunday Afternoon 1979.

A Poem by Terry Collett


There was rising heat.I saw it rise upFrom the dung heapWith flies skimming overAnd some sitting thereEating stuff greedily.I smoked the cigaretteEyei..
Lunchtime With Sheila 1962.

Lunchtime With Sheila 1962.

A Poem by Terry Collett


After lunch in the sandwich room at school I went out in the spring warm weather on the sports field and saw Sheila talking to some girl over by the w..
Empty Now.

Empty Now.

A Poem by Terry Collett


The country laneis empty now.No one walkswhere she once walked.The water toweris still therethe farm largerbut in the same placebut no sight of herjus..
Juliet and Unknown

Juliet and Unknown

A Poem by Terry Collett


Would lay flowersif I knew whereshe lay.Some piece of earthcovers her remainsI supposebut do not know.In summerI see her eyesin sun's warmth.In bird's..
Felicity's Secret 1960

Felicity's Secret 1960

A Poem by Terry Collett


My mother is taking me away from here, Felicity said as we crossed the bomb site beside Meadow Row; we ‘d been to the cinema to see a western fi..
Panic Over 1962

Panic Over 1962

A Poem by Terry Collett


The sun spread itselfover the pond lazily.A few ducks swamacross the water's skineffortlessly.Juliet lay beside megazing up at the treesabove us, with..
Afternoon With Anne 1959

Afternoon With Anne 1959

A Poem by Terry Collett


My mother’s a bloody cow, Anne said, Una dannata mucca, she said in Italian her mother’s tongue. She crutched herself up the lawn of the c..
The End of the Game.

The End of the Game.

A Poem by Terry Collett


The end of the game;called lifeunder a different name.What after that none knew,a few guessed or believed,but no certainty, no real knowledgeof what w..
Waiting One Saturday 1958.

Waiting One Saturday 1958.

A Poem by Terry Collett


It was the start of the Easter holidays and so no school, free to an extent from the constraints of that organization. I had called for Lydia that mor..