Terry Collett Poems

There's an empty cottage
at the end of this lane
Jane said
...

Her mother poured tea

her father sat talking
about his day at work
...

He loves to watch her sleep.
Likes to hear her breathe in
And out; see her breasts rise
And fall like sleeping giants.
...

I am in a wheelchair on grass
outside the hospital

I hear birds sing and distant traffic
...

Sophia's parents
had invited me to tea

best go
...

After the service
at the church

on Sunday morning
...

After that death
there was that other,
that part of self,
...

Yiska sighed.
Benny’s bus
had just gone;
she’d missed
...

I want a bath
but nurse Kavel says
sorry Grace the stumps
of your amputated legs
...

Perhaps tomorrow
I can hang
around with him
Sheila thinks of
...