GAME OF CATCH 1951A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AND A GAME OF CATCH BALL IN ALDERSHOT IN 1951.Auntie said to play on the black metal balcony while she gave the flat a good clean through Auntie's mutt was sent out too and we stood looking out over the barrack ground it was a warmish November day and in the distance I could hear soldiers marching on gravel and sergeants bellowing at them the mutt's ears lifted up and he made a groaning noise and Milly(Auntie's friend) with her daughter Elsie came up the black metal stairs at the side of the flats and along towards us is your auntie at home Benny? she said I looked at her she was wearing a grey dress and an old brown coat her daughter Elsie stared at me unfriendly yes I said she's spring cleaning the place o maybe I've come at a bad time she said looking at me shall I go tell her you're here? I said o if you would she said so I went in and told Auntie and she came out with me O Milly just having a clean around you want to come in for a cup of tea and biscuits Auntie said o I don't want to disturb you while you're busy Milly said o I can do it later come on in I could do with a chat and tea Auntie said the daughter pouted her small lips and looked at me with her small eyes you stay out there with Benny her mother said do I have to? Elsie said glumly yes you do her mother said and they went in and shut the door the mutt lay down and closed its eyes I stared at Elsie want to play a game? I said no she said and walked away a few paces and stared out at the barrack grounds I've got a ball we can play catch with I said don't want to play catch she said in a moaning voice she gazed at me I was 5 years old yesterday and you're still 4 years old so I'm oldest and so choose what game to play if I decide to play at all I'm nearly 5 years old I said don't matter none because I am 5 and you are not and so I choose what game she said glaring at me I sighed softly ok what game do you want to play then? I said eyeing her features catch she said we'll play catch with the ball so I went to a box by the front door (where the mutt kept its things) and took out a rubber ball and showed it to her it looks chewed she said it's the mutt's ball I said it's all I have she frowned and said is it wet with dog's slime? no I said it's dry now she gazed at the ball in my hand is it clean? sure it is give it to me she said I gave her the ball and she wiped it on her green coat and looked at it then she stared at me guess it will have to do she said moodily if it goes over the balcony she said you'll have to go get it she added I looked at her white ankle socks and black battered shoes and hair in ribbons ok I said with a smile but she didn't smile back soldiers still marched and sergeants bellowed and the sky looked black. © 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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