TOUCH OF HAND.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY IN LOVE AT SCHOOL IN 1962.The touch of her hand, skin on skin, warm, soft, and then she was off, bell tolled, she walking away, returning to school, as was I, yet how to shake off the feel and warmth and softness? I walked the corridor to the next lesson, mind in confusion, half back there on the field with her, half with me, one foot one in front of the other kind of thing, dreading lesson’s bore, wanting to be back on the field with her, wanting more. Even though I was there in the room sitting, listening or seemingly so, it was she I thought of, her lips that held me in awe, not his, this teacher, sprouting some yarn of a far off war, some kingdom lost, some one’s head chopped off, while the half of brain and thought on she of heart and mind’s hold, taunted me from far away field, in imagery, seemed all love and kiss and such, but meanwhile, I here with dulled brain half, could only sit and stare at where I had been kissing her there. © 2014 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry 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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