MAYFLOWER OR BENEDICTA Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL IN A HISTORY CLASS IN 1962 AND THOUGHTS ON A BOYYiska sits in the classroom listening to the teacher's yak or not as the case maybe. Something about Pilgrim Fathers and a Mayflower, she stares out the wide window; feels the numbness of bum where's sat so long. Some kids are out on the playing field. Cricket or such like. Wonder if he's there? Hard to see from here. The girl next to her elbows her elbow. The teacher is talking to her. She focuses her ears. Others stare at her. She stares at the teachers eyes, watches his lips move, strains to hear his words. Have you been listening? He asks. She nods. He wonders; pulls a face; looks at the blackboard, writes down more. She picks up her pen; scribbles down; watches his hand move chalk across the board. Benedict's hand moved elsewhere during break; his lips on hers; she can still feel where his lips wet her neck; feels with her fingers. Scribbles the words, black ink like flying birds. She rests her cheek on the palm of her left hand; scribbles copy of the teacher's words; senses the place where Benedict touched. O to be touched, touching, touch, the teacher stops and looks around; his eyes scanning the room; he settles on her beady-eyed. Have you got all that? He asks. Yes of course, she lies, dreaming of Benedict, she opening, in her mind, his flies. © 2015 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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