Terry Collett Poems

There's an empty cottage
at the end of this lane
Jane said
...

Her mother poured tea

her father sat talking
about his day at work
...

He loves to watch her sleep.
Likes to hear her breathe in
And out; see her breasts rise
And fall like sleeping giants.
...

I am in a wheelchair on grass
outside the hospital

I hear birds sing and distant traffic
...

Sophia's parents
had invited me to tea

best go
...

After the service
at the church

on Sunday morning
...

You rode bikes with Milka
to the bridge over the river
and stood looking down
at the flowing water
...

On the way home from school
you and Helen stopped

and looked in the window
...

Jane sat on her haunches
and opened her hands
to show the butterfly

she had just captured
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The grief will lessen,
the pain become
a mild ache, some said,
after the death
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