HIS YOUNG MAN'S HEAD.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUNG MAN IS TEMPTED BY A GIRL BUT REFUSES NUT NOT INSIDE HIS HEAD.
Milka wanted Benedict
to take her across old Tom Dubbin’s bed, (the old boy was down stairs in the lounge waiting for death); she’d put aside her mop and bucket, unbuttoned her light blue overalls, but Benedict had refused, said it wasn’t the time or place. But still she lay, her blouse undone, her skirt hitched up, pouting her lips. They won’t miss you for a short while, she said, besides who will know? Benedict tidied the sink, washed away the spit from the old boy’s mug, straightened the towels. I could always scream and say you wanted to take me here, she said. He pulled back the yellow curtains, opened up the windows. For everything there’s a season, he said, this is not it. What if I say you pushed me on the bed? she said. They know you, Benedict said, they think you’re a w***e anyway; they know me, know what I’m like and will say, no way. Milka got off the bed, pulled down her skirt and buttoned up her blouse, tidied her blonde hair. One day you will, she said, one day. Maybe, he said, one day, yet in his mind or in sleep at night, he often had, taken her, as she called it, across some old boy’s bed, but so far not for real, just inside his young man’s head. © 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
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