FAY AND YOU AND THE FADING BRUISE.

A boy and girl in London in the 1950s and cinemas and parental abuse

Fay met you
at the bus stop
on the New Kent Road
she was dressed

in the lemon coloured dress
you liked
and her hair
was pulled tight

into a ponytail
where are you going?
she asked
to the Globe

you said
what Shakespeare’s Globe?
she asked
no the fleapit cinema

at Camberwell Green
you replied
oh
she said

I’ve never been there
my daddy doesn’t like
me going to cinemas
he says they’re

dens of sin
she looked at you
as if you would confirm
her father’s words

well it’s certainly a den
you stated
but whether its
of sin I don’t know

she looked puzzled
and touched
her ponytail
with her hand

are you coming along?
you asked
she looked about
as if her father

might be behind her
should I?
she asked
do you want to?

yes
she replied
then let’s go
but I haven’t any money

she said
I have enough
you said
my Mother gave me money

for chores I did
oh I see
she muttered
and she bit her lip

what would my daddy say
if he saw me?
he won’t
how can you be so sure?

trust me
you said
fathers know little
of what their kids do

she smiled
if you think so
she said
sure I do

besides it’ll
do you good
you said
giving her a smile

and then the bus came
and you both got on
and sat next
to each other

and you paid
the bus conductor
the fare
and as the bus

moved off
you both swayed
to the motion
of the bus

her arm touching yours
the fading bruise
on her flesh
a mixture of yellow

and brown
and blue
but you said nothing
besides you thought

if her old man
beats her
what the hell
can I do?