OUT WITH ANN.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S
Ann has long
brown hair and a wide spam of forehead and deep eyes. She's Jimi's sister; he's my best friend, she has a temper like a wild horse and I avoid her when she's moody. She opens the door to her parent's flat. Yes? Is Jimi home? He's out, gone with Dad for a while. When will he be back? I ask. When he arrives. I look pass her shoulder; look for her mother. Can I come in? Or do you want to come out and go to the bomb site or park? What for? She looks at me; hands on her hips. Something to do, something to pass the time. She looks at my clothes and says: do you have only the one pair of jeans? No, but I like theses best. What’s to do on the bomb site? Light a fire; pick small stones for my catapult; play cowboys and bad guys? Have you got a spare gun? I'm not just being a silly saloon girl; I want a gun to blast the baddies away. I pull out one of my 6-shooters from my S belt; here have this one; I hand her a gun. She holds it in her hands and spins it round her plumpish finger. Ok, but I’m Annie Oakley. Sure, you be her, and I’ll be Wyatt Earp. So I wait until she's got her shoes on and her cardigan with flowers on. We go through the Square and down the slope. She rides her brown horse (so she says) I ride my black horse across Rockingham Street, gun at the ready for the baddies we might meet. © 2014 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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