LYDIA AND PECKHAM RYE.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S.The walk from Peckham Rye train station to my aunt's is quite a trek, but Lydia and I set off along Rye lane. Never been here before, Lydia says. I been here tons of times; I was born up the road. What this road? No, at the hospital nearby. She has a thinness about her, her lank hair is caught by the sunshine. We pass by shops and cross side streets; pass people shopping. Dad hates shopping, Lydia says, he says it's a damn of a game, worse than kissing his boss's backside. She laughs; a link of light brightens up her eyes; there's a hint of beauty about her. Your mum wasn't too keen on you going with me, I say. Anything that hints of spending money and she's up in arms; she wouldn't care if I went with the milkman as long as he paid. We walk on and down a street that leads to my aunt's place; the shops have gone now, just houses and flats. I heard your old man singing in the Square the other night, I say, drunk as a lord. I know, I heard him, too, Mum wasn't none too pleased; she dragged him in and gave him her tongue; I couldn't marry a man like that; does your father drink? No, only the odd pint or port at special times. We pass a dog peeing against a wall; it wags its tail as it runs off down the road leaving a pyramid shape of wetness behind. My brother Hem does that, Lydia says, dirty git. There is an aspect of light when she's angry, like a birth of a new world. Is your dad Irish? he seemed to be singing an Irish song the other night? No, he always sounds Irish when he's drunk, like he sounds Welsh when he's sober. She holds my hand as we cross a busy road; it's thin and bony; I feel it with my thumb as we walk along, her bony knuckles; I squeeze it gently and she softly chuckles. © 2014 Terry Collett |
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