New Beginnings (IP)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 13 Mar 2016
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It was ever Christmas in Gran’s kitchen –
painted gloss-green.  The slip and the slap
of the spoon in the jam-pan...the saucer
on the sill – the acid test as to whether
or not the jam had set. My sister and me
sat, frantically sewing. ‘Our gymslips –
torn on the brambles,’ we told her, but
we lied.  We were making them shorter
by a mile, hoping she’d turn a blind eye.
‘Boy crazy’, that was us.  ‘Ormoans’
Gran put it down to, whatever they were.
One time sticks in my mind, we’d had
Toad-in-the-Hole for us teas that night,
and red-currant pie with lashings of juice
we daubed on our lips...then did a runner 
outside. We fancied him rotten, the boy
lived next door, and he’d just vroomed in 
on his new Yamaha. No doubt about it –
we’d both knocked him dead with our
Rebel Red , man-hungry mouths. And then
he gave us a look – on reflection meant, 
'Get lost, jail bait; you and those lips.  
Come back when you grow into them’.
Oh, but we did, right there and then. 
Was the start of the rest of our unfettered, 
couldn’t be bettered, beautiful, young lives.
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A charming poem, lots of original touches that make it memorable.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My sincere thanks to you, Vera.

Tina

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Full of sharp lines and sharp, sticky textures. A tasty slice of the past.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, lc.  Much appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

The edge of innocence so beautifully described.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

"the edge of innocence".  Marvellous, phrase, Lindy.  Says it all, and much more.

My thanks to you, and I wish you a peaceful Sunday.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You've captured the excitement of infatuation of young girls perfectly in this poem Tina.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  So pleased you thought sosmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

red-currant pie with lashings of juice seemed to get the juices flowing, very evocative.
Seems a touch of the lad's words knocking on to more maturity? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I love red-currants. Trouble is the birds in my garden seem to love them even more than I dosmiley  And you're right about that young lad, to be sure.

Tina