IN MY WAY.

A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON

Lydia
stops me from
thumping Hem

even though
he'd bruised her
earlier

that morning
on her arm
let it go

she tells me
I've seen Hem
in the Square

sneaking back
like some fox
having been

after hens
we're both 9
Hem's older

but skinny
I watch him
beneath us

looking down
from the third
balcony

of the flats
where I live
her thin arm

loops through mine
to hold me
ain't worth it

she tells me
but she knows
I'll have him

at some time
hound him down
like the fox

that he is
one morning
while she sleeps

in her bed
and I'm up
looking out

from my high
balcony
like a hawk

for its prey
I'll get him
I tell her

smiling soft
on a day
in my way.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Pay back! I just love the fluency of this piece along with the childish
plotting and the drive to accomplish the attach, as always enjoyed reading
and dancing imagery, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Jamestown.