BY THE FENCE 1962.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL MEET AT SCHOOL IN 1962 FOR A POSSIBLE MAYBE ROMANCESheila can't settle her mind to lessons she sees only the boy John in her mind's eye his words repeat themselves each time the teacher speaks maths English double P.E had to be got through until at last it's lunchtime recess and she can hope to find him on the playing field after a rushed meal and she stands on the edge of the field looking out to see if he's there but she can't see him and worries that recess will go and she won't have seen him she walks onto the field and there are kids everywhere in groups playing ball games and sitting here and there then as she turns he's there coming towards her hands in his pockets walking across the grass looking for me? he asks she nods and searches through her mind for the right words to say been looking for you she says trying to put on a face of not being put out but isn't succeeding he looks at her taking in her glasses and large eyes and hair pinned back at one side with a metal clip well I'm here now he says her name's gone again he says what is your name? Sheila she says feeling unsettled that's it he says he looks back at the field behind him at boys kicking a ball Rennie asked me about a game of football but I said I was seeing you John says what did he say? she asks said I need to see a doctor John says o she says looking at the boy and wondering if he wants to be there with her do you want to play ball with him? she asks no it can wait he says and walks on and she walks beside him why doe she say you need to see a doctor? she asks as they walk on he thinks girls are a waste of time beside football I see she says don't worry about Rennie I want to be here with you you do? sure I wouldn't be here otherwise o right she says let's go sit up that end near the fence away from the others and we can talk he says she nods and smiles uneasily he's is near to her and his hand is mere inches from hers and as much as she'd like him to hold her hand she's frightened that he might o what to do she thinks as they walk on towards the fence and sit on the grass and she feels undone yet excited to at last be there with him watching him and taking in his hazel eyes and quiff of hair and glad she's sitting there. © 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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