Terry Collett Poems

The city reminded her
Of a room full of dark flies;
The constant sound of buzzing;
The frightening hitting of
...

Once upon a year
Maybe it was around
Christmas tide and
The choir had stopped
...

You watch the way the girl
Pulls apart the croissant with
Her slim fingers and licks each
Finger in turn sucking on each
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All alone except for
The dame sitting across
The way drinking coffee
Her lips ready to sip her
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Uncle brings in the dead chicken by
The neck and begins plucking out the
Feathers with a skill that fascinates
Your 10 year old eyes and as you stand
...

Never trust dark skies,
Mother says, sitting next
To you in her wheelchair
Aged and infirm, her mind
...

Maybe you should
have said yes

years before
...

Summer 1962
just you and

her sitting in
...

Feel them. Feel her fingers.
You do love me don't you?

she'd say. Yes, sure I do,
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Blue moon at least
That is what he said
It was but she had her
Doubts and anyway
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