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ELAINE'S NEW HOPE.

Elaine got off
the school bus
following her younger sister
not sure if John

 

was on the bus
or not
she didn't look
although she had been

 

tempted many times
to look about her
but she just stared
out the window

 

at the passing view
listening to others
talking and laughing
wondering if John

 

was there
and if he had been
looking at her
she walked on

 

by the school fence
her sister went off
with a friend
into the girls' playground

 

she looked
at her shoes
scuffed
black

 

her white
ankle socks
looking
now and then

 

at the passing feet
of others
not looking
but staring

 

waiting
for the school bell
to ring
can we still talk?

 

a voice asked
she looked up
John was standing there
with that quiff of hair

 

that hazel eyed stare
she blushed
and looked at him
talk about what?

 

she asked moodily
looking at his
loosely tied tie
anything

 

as long
as we can talk
he said
she didn't feel

 

like talking
or listening
but she did
she was in

 

such a depressed mood
that she thought that
any moment she
was going to cry

 

and she didn't want
him or others
to see her cry
she looked behind him

 

at passing girls
their hair
all arranged neatly
you're not going

 

to kiss me again
are you?
she said
he looked at her

 

then at her hair
not if you don't
want me to
he said

 

although at that moment
he wanted to
because he wanted
to make the oddness

 

of the day before right
to get them back
to some kind
of friendship again    

 

she wasn't sure
if she felt relieved or not
part of her
wanted him

 

to kiss her
to show others
that someone
did find her attractive

 

and that she wasn't
just a 14 year old
frump as others
called her

 

we can't talk now
she said
the bell will soon go
maybe lunch time

 

at recess?
he nodded
sure
he said

 

I’ll look out for you
O by the way
I saw a Jay yesterday
she looked at him

 

there was a small smile
on his lips
Jay?
she said

 

it's a bird
he said
don't see them often
but it was in

 

our garden briefly
O
she said
not knowing

 

what else to say
about a bird
I’ll show you
a picture

 

in my bird book
at recess
if you like
he said

 

she nodded
and a smile spread
on her lips
the book of birds

 

he kept in that
coat pocket of his
she thought
the school bell rang

 

and he said
see you later
and touched her hand
and was gone

 

she she sensed
his touch still there
warming moving along
her nerves

 

like a fire
opening up
a small unknown
deep down desire.

 

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WHAT'S IN A NAME.

What names
shall we give
our children
when we get older?

 

Judy asked
as we walked
through the woods
behind the house

 

towards the lake
(as she called
the pond
in the woods)

 

I’m no good
with names
I said
you must

 

have some idea
what names to call
your children
I haven't got children

 

not yet but when
we're older you will
she said
the trees were

 

coming into leaf
the sun was straight overhead
birds were flying
from branch to branch

 

what if it's a girl?
she asked
I thought about
the middle spread picture

 

of the sports car
in the Eagle comic
I’d just pinned
to my bedroom wall

 

the parts number
and labelled
colourful
surely

 

you must have
a girl's name?
she asked
Leonore

 

I said
what kind of name
is that?
she said

 

I think it's in
that Beethoven opera
Miss Graham
made us listen to

 

during lessons
I said
I don't like it
Judy said

 

the car picture
was just one
of many I had
on my bedroom walls

 

I had one photograph
of Hayley Mills
in a frame
by my bed

 

I got it
from a magazine
on move-stars
what about Ruth?

 

she said
or Rebecca?
the path through the woods
was windy

 

there were bramble
on each side
how about Jezebel
I said

 

it has a certain
ring to it
don't like it
she said

 

gives off
a bad scene
we reached the fence
around the lake

 

and climbed over
she had on
that peasant
looking dress

 

flowered red and yellow
I caught a glimpse
of thigh
as she went over

 

you're not
taking it
seriously
she said

 

as we walked down
the grass towards
the water
sure I am

 

I said
I think Judy’s
a fine name
for a daughter.

 

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LIZBETH HOPES.

Lizbeth holds
Benedict’s
father's bike

 

while sitting
on her own
waiting for

 

Benedict
to return
from the hedge

 

with bird's eggs
or the shells
of blackbirds

 

he had seen
once nest there
she is bored

 

she wants more
and other
things than this

 

bird watching
or looking
out for those

 

butterflies
she wants sex
not nature

 

study shite
Benedict
where are you?

 

she calls out
just coming
he replies

 

if only
she muses
watching bees

 

on flowers
the soft buzz
butterflies

 

going by
fluttering
Benedict

 

she calls out
where are you?
here I am

 

he replies
coming out
of a hedge

 

clutching blue
black speckled
eggshell bits

 

in his palm
look at that
fine eggshells

 

he says soft
she looks strained
her eyes scan

 

the eggshells
in his hand
is that it?

 

just eggshells?
lucky find
he replies

 

tucking them
in the black
saddlebag

 

on the bike
she watches
his fingers

 

how gently
they arrange
the eggshells

 

in the bag
can we go
to that hut

 

on the Downs
that you found?
she asks him

 

he buckles up
the black bag
I guess so

 

he replies
it's not big
just an old

 

shepherd's hut
unused now
is it far?

 

she asks him
ten minutes
walk away

 

he replies
we can't ride?
she asks him

 

too hilly
he replies
her lips pout

 

and she sighs
only way
he tells her

 

ok then
she replies
so they ride

 

to the foot
of the Downs
leaving their

 

two bicycles
by a tree
and walk up

 

and along
the pathway
between trees

 

he thinking
of a nest
he'd seen there

 

the last time
Robin's nest
he believes

 

she thinking
of hot sex
in the shed

 

on the floor
on the old
bath towel she'd

 

brought from home
she and he
all alone

 

Benedict
unaware
walks and sniffs

 

the fresh air
thinking of
possible

 

robin's eggs
and of them
getting there.

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AS STARS DO.

A butterfly fluttered by
as we lay
in the long grass
talking;
well she talked,
I listened
to her words,
took them
into my mind,
turned them around
as if they
were rare gems,
all air and breath,
peppermint tasting.

 

I looked
at the rise and fall
of her breasts
beneath the blouse;
her hand shading
her eyes
from bright sunlight;
her hair tucked
behind her ears;
lips moving,
the pink gloss touching
lip to lip as she spoke.

 

The butterfly
disappeared from sight;
red and black
and white wings,
fluttering, riding
between her words,
carrying off,
maybe, a breath feel,
a wing touched,
colourful,
sight captured.

 

I could have ran
a finger along
her thigh,
barely touching,
skimming maybe,
but my fingers behaved,
held back;
the rise and fall
of her mounds,
the eyes shaded,
her words
became butterflies,
fluttered about me,
carrying softness,
tender as bubbles,
syllables upon syllables
reaching for the sky,
then like far away stars
they began to die.

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SHE MAYBE

Maybe
it was the way
she sat
or the way

 

her head
titled slightly
or the promise
in her eyes,

 

dark and mysterious,
that outshone
the midday sun
on the school field;

 

I sitting there
next to her,
half shy
half opening up,

 

talking the talk,
eyeing her over,
taking in
her eyes,

 

the nose,
the lips partly open,
tongue moving
just along the edge.

 

Maybe
it was the scent
she wore,
applely,

 

flowery smell;
her small breasts,
pushing against
the white blouse,

 

the buttons
under pressure;
her hands on
her thighs at rest;

 

her dark hair,
brushed just so,
and she spoke,
but I half listened,

 

half not,
caring not
how well she sat,
she cool,

 

I, oh boy,
so hot.

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SHOULD HAVE.

Derek said
she smells peculiar
and don't she's
brush her hair?

 

I was standing with him
in the playground
by the steps
that went down

 

into the bombed out
cellar of a house
which was where
the playground was

 

I like her
I said
watching her walk
hesitantly around

 

the groups
of boys and girls
in game or conversation
bet she's got

 

lice or fleas
or whatever
he said
she's got an old man

 

who beats her
and a mother
who doesn't care
I said

 

well she could at least
wash properly
he said
despite the hardship

 

and such
my mother
let her bathe
at our place

 

the other Sunday night
I said
didn't find
no lice or fleas

 

she had said
just dirt and grime
you didn't bathe
with her then?

 

Derek said laughing
no she bathed alone
my mother making sure
she was washing ok

 

Derek looked over at her
still smells peculiar
he said
it's the soap

 

we gave her
to take home
I guess
fancy a game

 

of cards?
he said
taking  football cards
out of his back pocket

 

sure
I said
and so we went down
by a vacant wall

 

and flicked our cards
to see got nearest
the wall and see
who won

 

whose cards
but out
of the corner
of my eye

 

I saw Ingrid
walking about
the playground
her dull flower

 

patterned dress
having seen
better days
her scuffed shoes

 

shyly making tread
should be with her
I thought
but carried on

 

playing cards
with Derek instead.

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JANICE AND THE CAFE.

Janice and I
had taken a bus
to London Bridge
(pennies supplied

 

by my old man)
I showed her
the hospital of St Guys
and on until

 

we were over the Bridge
and we stood looking over
into the Thames
looks murky

 

she said
it is
I replied
are there fish

 

in there?
don't know
wouldn't want
to eat them

 

if there are
I said
she pulled a face
then straightened

 

her red beret
with her thin fingers
so that it sat just
at a slight tilt

 

her fair hair
flowing out
that look all right?
she asked

 

sure
it looks fine
I said
she wore a pink

 

flowered dress
and a white cardigan
and had a black
little girl's handbag

 

(her gran
had bought it
for her birthday
some months before)

 

where shall
we go now?
she asked
there's a café

 

my old man
takes me to sometimes
I said
we can go there

 

they do glasses
of cool lemonade
or cream soda
she smiled

 

and so I took her there
and we took seats
by the window
(the place was crowded

 

with adults)
and a waitress
brought us
two glasses

 

of cream soda
with straws
your father
brings you here?

 

she said
yes sometimes
when he takes me
to the West End

 

we go to other cafés
or restaurants
and go to
the fun machine arcade

 

and that's fun
putting coins
into these machines
some times

 

we go to the cinema
or just walk
about the sights
I said

 

Gran says evil people
live up the West End
that certain parts
are akin to Hell

 

Janice said
I don't about that
I said
we just go

 

to the safe parts
I guess
we sipped our sodas
she looking around her

 

at the adults
drinking and eating
and smoking
and laughter hit out

 

now and then
some guy pinched
a waitress's backside
and she slapped

 

his hand and laughed
Janice blushed
and looked away
another guy

 

with a black moustache
looked over at us
giving Janice the eye
smiling

 

an ear to ear grin
we finished
our sodas
and left the café

 

glad to be out
of there
happy
to be on our way.

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PICNIC TRIP

Helen brought
Battered Betty
along with her
as we met

 

by Burton's the Tailors
she coming up
out of the subway
in that greeny grey dress

 

with the faded flowers
where we going?
she asked
hugging Betty

 

close to her
I noticed the doll
had one eye closed
what happened

 

to Betty's eye?
it got poked out
by little brother
and it only goes in

 

this way now
so she can't see out
Helen said sadly
I nodded my head

 

OK I thought
we could go
to Bedlam Park
as it's a nice day

 

and I’ve brought
some buns
and 1d drinks
so we can have

 

a sort of picnic
I showed her
the carrier bag
in my left hand

 

she looked in
and smiled
that'll be good
she said

 

so we walked
along St George’s Road together
I had my toy 6 shooter
in the holster

 

around my waist
(just in case
we had a run in
with any bad cowboys)

 

I would have brought something
Helen said
had I known
could have brought

 

some potato crisps
or sandwiches
but I like buns
and those 1d drinks

 

we crossed
by our school
and on into the Park
on by the War Museum

 

and found a place
on the grass
and sat down
she laying Betty

 

by her side
we shared the buns
and had a drink each
the morning sun

 

coming through
the trees above
white clouds passing
sharing our food

 

and drinks
and our 9 year old love.

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MOROCCAN BEACH 1970

I wonder if
the Moroccan sun
going down
into the Mediterranean
sea(or seemingly so),
noticed us
kissing on the beach
by the tufts of grass?

 

We cared not,
but went about
our business
as lovers do.

 

Loud music
from the base camp,
some one sang,
guitar, voices,
silly laughter.

 

It was quite
some time
ago now;
age has set in,
bones
have become stiff
and ache,
but it was
a good session,
as I recall,
for time-sake.

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