Terry Collett : Writing

INGRID'S EAR.

INGRID'S EAR.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON
HATING SATURDAYS.

HATING SATURDAYS.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A POEM OF MOURNING THE DEATH OF A SON.
YOUR SHIRTS.

YOUR SHIRTS.

A Poem by Terry Collett


ON LOOKING AT A DEAD SON'S SHIRTS
NOT A GIRL THING.

NOT A GIRL THING.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
IT IS YOU.

IT IS YOU.

A Poem by Terry Collett


IN MOURNING FOR A LOST SON.
INHERITED.

INHERITED.

A Poem by Terry Collett


ON INHERITING BUT LOSING.
IN EVERY FOLD.

IN EVERY FOLD.

A Poem by Terry Collett


ON THE WEARING OF A LATE SON'S DOORS TEE SHIRT
LIFT HIM HIGH.

LIFT HIM HIGH.

A Poem by Terry Collett


Oliver's brothers and sisters carry his coffin at his funeral aged 29.
SECRETED PETS.

SECRETED PETS.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A SCHOOL BOY IN 1950S LONDON AND THE JUNIOR SCHOOL TEACHER.
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER ASKS ABOUT HIS 29 YEAR OLD DEAD SON.