Lindsay's Guest 1996 Poem by Terry Collett

The girl entered
your small flat
and looked around.

She looked tired
and too thin.

What's yer nam?
you asked her.

Kersteen
she replied
what's yoors?

She looked you
with her tired eyes.

Lindsay
you said.

Aam feckin' wabbit
she said
can Ah sleep
some place?

You smiled
ay coorse.

You showed her
the bedroom
and the double bed.

She kicked off
her thin soled shoes
and lay on the bed
and closed her eyes.

You left her there
and made a coffee
and sat watching TV
wondering how long
she'd stay
if she would stay.

You sipped
your coffee
and lay on the sofa
wishing she was there
beside you
snuggled up close
her red curly hair
against your breast
her head softly at rest.