NOT TO LEAVE HER SPACE.

NOT TO LEAVE HER SPACE.

A Poem by Terry Collett
"

A GIRL AND BOY AND HER CRUEL FATHER.

"


Ingrid sees Benedict

from the balcony

he's in the Square


riding a blue scooter

a two wheeled affair

pushing himself along


with his right foot

his small quiff of hair

moving there


in the morning air

his opened necked

shirt short sleeved


and jeans blue

fading to grey

she wishes


she could ride

the scooter

could have


some fun

feel the air

of freedom


in her dull

brown hair

riding with him there


but her father

in his moody blues

has tanned her hard


and said not

to go beyond

the space of balcony


or beyond

not just out

of punishment


imposed

but in case

others see


on leg or thigh

bruises and welts

to blind the eye


now Benedict

races fast

his foot


pushing hard

and quick

O to be there


with him

to feel

his hand


in hers

or feel

his words


of humour

warm her heart

and ease her


troubled mind

now he stops

and turns


and sees

and stands

and waves


but shakes

her head

she can no more


leave her space

than the dead

can leave their graves.

Ingrid sees Benedict

from the balcony

he's in the Square


riding a blue scooter

a two wheeled affair

pushing himself along


with his right foot

his small quiff of hair

moving there


in the morning air

his opened necked

shirt short sleeved


and jeans blue

fading to grey

she wishes


she could ride

the scooter

could have


some fun

feel the air

of freedom


in her dull

brown hair

riding with him there


but her father

in his moody blues

has tanned her hard


and said not

to go beyond

the space of balcony


or beyond

not just out

of punishment


imposed

but in case

others see


on leg or thigh

bruises and welts

to blind the eye


now Benedict

races fast

his foot


pushing hard

and quick

O to be there


with him

to feel

his hand


in hers

or feel

his words


of humour

warm her heart

and ease her


troubled mind

now he stops

and turns


and sees

and stands

and waves


but shakes

her head

she can no more


leave her space

than the dead

can leave their graves.

© 2013 Terry Collett


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Added on December 10, 2013
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Tags: BOY, GIRL, LONDON, 1950S

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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

United Kingdom



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Terry 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..

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