Terry Collett Poems

Uncle’s Shave.

You used to watch Uncle
shave in front of the small mirror
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Uxley understood nothing of women.
He knew nothing of women except
Some dark memory of his mother’s teats
Buried deep in his mind’s depth.
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Never more
to have her place

her hand
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Mr Alfreds was saddened
by Mrs Tinkledrip's demise.
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Auntie cut the rind
off the bacon
and offered it
to the dog
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The kiss, Alber knows,
is the sign of great love
or great betrayal. Juliette
presses her lips to his.
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It was a Saturday morning
And you were 19

and you were racing along
Victoria Street having just left
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The summer sun
warmed you and Jane

as you made your way
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Hers was a life of compliance.
Fulfilment of another's wishes,
observance of another's needs,
conformity to the rules set down
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If she could have got
inside her head, Nadya
thinks, she is sure, her
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