What Colour Soul. Poem by Terry Collett

Miss Snoot sat
in the front of the class
near the teacher's desk
next to the short blonde girl

with the large blue eyes
Reynard said
never seen a girl so thin
I bet she's titless

you looked up front
from your place
at the back
studying the narrow frame

the thin arms
the lank black hair
down to her bony shoulders
Reynard talked on

his description getting more lewd
as he went on
spoken in an under breath
so the teacher wouldn't hear

over the Beethoven
she was playing
on the piano
to the class as part

of the lesson
you mused
on Miss Snoot's hands
held together

her elbows on the desk
her eyes closed
her pale features
giving hint

of distant meditation
and Reynard wondering
what colour
her underwear

what hue
her pubic hair
but you seeing
a slight sway

of her head
the hair in slow
movement and motion
wondered what dreams

she had
what place
she occupied
inside her head

how soft
her heart might be
what colour her soul
on that inward sea.