Terry Collett Poems

She stood with you
under the trees

the rain falling hard
...

That Sunday
after singing
in the choir
and changing
...

You waited for Fay
by the entrance
of the outdoor
swimming pool
...

Polly strips back the sheets
where Master George has lain.
She folds the white sheets and
lays them on a chair. She lies
...

As you went by
the girl's playground
after getting off
...

You saw Judy on the south wing
of the old folks nursing home
near to Mr Atkinson's room
carrying towels in her arms
...

Those are Bullfinch's eggs
Jane said
pointing at
the 5 eggs
...

Delia who had bedded her
French nanny at fourteen
and had hot sex with the head
...

Take me, Miss Pinkie says,
take me. A plump bundle
of pinkness, dyed hair, grey
at the roots, the blue eyes
...

Your old man
came into the lounge
where you were watching
black and white TV
...