Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,271 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

Her Deep Sighs 1963 - Poem by Terry Collett

parents row
she hears them

from her room
nightly fights
loud voices

hands slapping
she turns up
her tiny

and listens

ear up close
to some song
by Elvis

she's undressed
soiled linen
cast aside

short nightie
a lush pink
she then thinks

of Mary
on this bed
hours back

to LPs
on her small

hi-fi box
both smoking
sipping slow

some borrowed
of ma's gin
Mary said

that idjit
boy Brian
tried to get

his feck leg
over me
but I said

go feck sheep
they both laughed
huddled close

put her hand
on Mary's

naked knee
moved upward
Mary said

go ahead
still rowing

her parents
her da's voice

through the floor
her ma's voice

his tenor
as if in

by Verdi

gets in bed
says her prayers
(old routine)

then lays down
in the dark
(light turned out)

dreaming of
Mary's lips
Mary's hands

Mary's hips
Mary's eyes
letting out

in slow breath
her deep sighs.

Topic(s) of this poem: teenage

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 9, 2016

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