Terry Collett : Writing

One Tuesday Morning 1957.

One Tuesday Morning 1957.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Enid’s old man walked past me on the staircase of the flats. He said nothing and neither did I, although he did look at me, wordless. After he h..
Death of Juliet.

Death of Juliet.

A Poem by Terry Collett


She lies out theresomewhere.Dead.But not forgotten.Her brother told meof her death.Cancer.I recall her eyesand smile,that look she gave.That kiss we f..
Out With Jenny 1956.

Out With Jenny 1956.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Jenny met meat the end of Bath Terrace.We were goingto the Imperial War Museumin Bedlam parkto see the stuffthey had in thereand the part of an airpla..
Picking Stones On A Bomb Site 1955.

Picking Stones On A Bomb Site 1955.

A Poem by Terry Collett


I was picking up small stonesfor my catapult,on the bomb siteoff of Meadow Row with Ellen.It was Easterand the sun was out,and no school for a while.W..
Beatrice Gets Lost 1922

Beatrice Gets Lost 1922

A Poem by Terry Collett


Leon puts the finishing touches to the string quartet he has been commissioned to compose. Now and then he looks out the window and sees his wife Beat..
Cynara's Note #39 1972.

Cynara's Note #39 1972.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Breakfast brought its usual sameness, sticky porridge, limp buttered toast and stewed tea. Lucy was in an argument with the plump woman who came last ..
Meeting Juilet 1962

Meeting Juilet 1962

A Poem by Terry Collett


Juliet sits downby the pond,so do I,summer daysun abovefilteringthrough tall trees,a few ducksswim around,dragonfliesskim water.Can’t stay long,..
Martha Sweeping 1965.

Martha Sweeping 1965.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Martha swept the cloisterwith the wide bristle broom.First of all she dampenedthe floor with some waterto lay the dust, she flickedwater from a hand b..
At Lunch In The Refectory.

At Lunch In The Refectory.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Once the grace had been said and all the nuns, except those serving that day, were seated, the nun reading from the high desk, would begin with her sl..
One Night 1948

One Night 1948

A Poem by Terry Collett


Most of the night the baby cried.Eddie had no patience with it;so his wife took the baby outof the bedroom, and to elsewhereto another room. He can&rs..