Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,103 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

What Liz Won'T Share. - Poem by Terry Collett

Liz Barrett Browning
never carried a gun,
or strapped it to the
inside of her thigh.

That.38 revolver cold
against her skin, makes
Bonnie sigh. Warmer
in the palm of hand,

the finger squeezing
the trigger. She's done
with the poem. She'll
copy and send to the

papers who'll lap it up
like sour milk to a thirsty
cat. Penned it well, she
thinks. Clyde says nothing

on it; he reads the headlines
for the crimes. She read
Liz Browning at school
amongst others, that

woman thing, shared
insight, mutual feelings,
knows the monthly bleeds,
understands the feel of

men, the coming on, that
big hero thing. She feels
the revolver against her
flesh, metal on skin, warming

now, forgetting it's there.
This is one thing, Bonnie
says, smiling, Liz won't share.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013



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