YISKA'S SECRET 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL TELLS A BOY HER SECRET WHICH HE CANNOT REPEAT IN 1962![]() We go home to your place for our lunch rather than school dinners your mum's out you tell me gone to see her sister who's pregnant it's not far from the school just a walk so Yiska what about your brother will he be coming home? no Benny he won't come he's lazy he won't get his own lunch if Mum's out you tell me so just us here alone? I ask you yes that's right but don't get any ideas you shouldn't you tell me laughingly you sit me in the lounge I can get a sandwich if you like and a cup of posh tea which Mum buys? that'd be great I tell you watching you walk away with that swerve of your hips then you're gone and I look around me smell polish quite a lot everything is tidy the settee has cushions large and soft the TV is quite big with large doors I wonder what your small bed is like but then I remember I saw it once before when you brought me back here when your mum had wanted to see me because you her daughter (her Yiska) had spoken about me so often then you're there with a plate and sandwich and a cup of posh tea and something for yourself you sit down next to me it's best ham with some cheese you tell me I thank you looking at your small hands then your eyes if we're quick with all this maybe we can do things on my bed so we eat and we drink as we talk and I think of your bed but just then your brother (the eldest) decides to return home for his lunch from his work what's all this our young kid brought a boy home for lunch? he's smirking Mum won't mind you tell him I'm silent eating up studying what he does he goes off to get lunch we best go you tell me so we do walking back towards school you tell me I am glad you were there why is that? you're silent for awhile because he touches me you tell me and does things have you told anyone? I ask you of course not he is Mum's favourite she would not believe me if I said you reply you mustn't tell no one promise me you tell me I won't say anything I reply once at school just before the bell rings we kiss lips then you go as the school bell rings out then you're gone out of sight and I think what you said about your big brother and what you said he did when alone a secret between us not to tell like catching a small glimpse of someone's private hell. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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Added on September 16, 2015 Last Updated on September 16, 2015 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |


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