The Summer I Was Sixteen Poem by Geraldine Connolly

The Summer I Was Sixteen

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The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.

Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,

danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled

cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,

mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.

M Asim Nehal 13 May 2021

Fine poem. Great imagery.

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Susan Christiansen 29 September 2008

Hello! I loved the imagery. It brought back many memories of some of my much younger days. Beautiful! Sue

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Babasaheb Salve 01 September 2006

beautiful piece, keep moving ahead baba

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