Oskar Hansen Poems
...And It Was Her Summer
…And It Was Her Summer
“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...
The Waffle Iron
She left me her father came to take her home
the train left nine at night; they sat in the café
I was outside the pain of the split up was overwhelmingly
painful but I had to cry silently.
Quarter to nine they took up their seats she laughed
like she had no care in the world.
Next day I was collecting and selling empty booze bottle
to sell at a scrap dealer I was broke and needed the money