JANICE AND YOU AND GATHERING COAL.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON GATHERING COALJanice helped you to gather up the loose pieces of coal on the cobbled road leading to the coal wharf off Meadow Row you watched as she put the pieces in the sack you’d brought with you as the evening mist settled upon the scene her red beret placed at an angle her hair smooth as water is this allowed? she asked looking around at the back of houses still standing after the wartime bombing finders keepers you said or so Granddad told me the other week when I saw him she gazed at you unconvinced but put in more of the black pieces you handed to her what will my gran say when she sees my blackened hands? Janice said I can’t tell her or she’ll tan my hide as she calls it you looked at her coal stained fingers the way they held and placed the coal you can wash your hands at my place you said Mum won’t mind she likes you anyway Janice looked at you her lips spreading into a smile nice to know she said maybe when we’re grown and married she’ll like me better the sky had darkened the mist heavy the moon glowing I guess so you said wondering if her gran would see it that way if she lived to see the day that should be enough coal now you said taking the sack from her blackened hands noticing the thin fingers she rubbing her hands together against the cold the dark and winter weather. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
|