NOT HAVE TO GO.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S
You climbed through a broken window
at the back of the deserted pub and you and Dick and Ingrid went into the gloomy bar room with dust and chairs and round tables some broken and empty glasses and bottles on shelves and Dick went behind the bar and said what are you having? large beer and a gin for the lady you said sorry mate no beer and we're right out of gin Dick said shame you said Ingrid wandered around the tables anxiously do people come in here now? no been closed for years Dick said although some one's been here going by the broken window he added Ingrid ran her finger across a dusty table could do with a good clean she said I think my granddad used to drink here said Dick I remember waiting outside with a bottle of lemonade and packet of crisps I've done that Ingrid said what waited outside of here? Dick said no not here she said another pub the Duke of Wellington mostly never done it you said ain't done what? Dick asked waited outside pubs you said lucky you then Dick said waited for hours once Ingrid said mum was away and Dad was in there so long that someone asked about me and he came out and dragged me home all annoyed as if I'd complained you gazed at her waiting for the next comment about her old man but she didn't say anything but you knew what he most probably did when he got her home she looked at the windows with words on them but they were back to front and hard to read Dick held up a bottle with a blue label some sort of beer he said shall I open and have a swig? no said Ingrid probably taste horrible all beers taste horrible Dick said he put the top of the bottle against a bottle opener behind the bar nailed to the bar top and yanked it open and smelt it have a sniff he said and he brought the bottle around the bar and you had a sniff smells all right you said Ingrid sniffed yuk she said smells like my dad's breath when he gets near me Dick had a quick swig and pulled a face yes horrible he said he put the bottle on the bar and you all walked around the bar room then there a bang from upstairs what the heck was that ? Dick said quietly tramp you said tramp? Ingrid said anxiously let's go yes let's be off Dick said and so you all tiptoed as fast as you could through to the back and one by one out the window making sure not to cut yourselves on the broken glass once outside Dick went off down the subway to his home and you and Ingrid walked along the New Kent Road in the late afternoon she brushing off her dress to get rid of the dust and you rubbed your hands together with spit to clean them the smell of fish and vinegar from the fish and chips shop the passing traffic she talked of going home before her old man got back so she could wash and clean up her eyes dark olives shining and tearful you said tomorrow we can go to the cinema and see that cowboy film I told you about yes she said softly if I'm allowed out and you crossed the road and walked down Meadow Row wanting her to stay and play and not have to go. © 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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