Terry Collett Poems

You met Judith
in the woods
at the back
of the cottage
...

Christina sat
on the playing field
with a small group of friends
their laughter
...

You rode the steep hill
on your bike
to get to the farm house
where Jim and Pete were
...

The small dinner party had gone
Off well, Hazel thinks, sitting at
The dressing table, gazing at herself
In the mirror, seeing her hair done
...

The show must go on, Frogmore
says, and Lottie sits and has
a quick drag on her cigarette and
sips the foul coffee from the
...

Mrs Ford and you
walked the streets of Hove
taking in the buildings
and architecture
...

There is
the open book

her inquisitive look
...

The old priest sat
in the dark of the
confessional. A girl
had entered on the
...

Janice met you
as you walked
across the bombsite
from the New Kent Road
...

Mona stands outside
the back door of the
cottage and stares up
at the morning sky.
...