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For Jenny - My First Love
by Chris Ingham (Age: 61)
copyright 02-23-2002


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
For Jenny - My First Love.

She stood amongst the chaos of her schoolbooks
Her pens, pencils rolled across the platform,
Crushed by the wheels of the departing train.
School uniformed tormentors laughing, jeering.

Desperately clinging to her fragile
Dignity, she knelt, brushed away a tear,
And tried to gather her books together.
Tentatively, I knelt down beside her.

I don't remember exactly what I
Felt when she raised her liquid eyes to me,
But, looking back, it must have been ecstasy.

I shy, bumbling, handed some books to her
And left with my awkward fifteen year gait.
But I can still feel her slight touch upon
My shoulder, her brightly smiling thank you.

Now, my mortified blush returns again
As I sit overwhelmed by these memories
Of that moment of blissful innocence.

Daily, coy, lingering by the subway
We talked of Cliff Richard, Buddy Holly,
The mysteries of maths and poetry.

We never touched, but surely no-one ever
Loved with as much intensity as we
Did throughout that drizzly Cape Town winter.

Bitter spring noon, South Easter blowing hard,
The mountain darkly tableclothed in cloud,
We stood upon the ship's deck, touching at last.
Hair no longer pony tailed, blowing free
In the wind, she held me close, silently.
Then, with a quick, slight kiss upon my lips,
Tears welling, she slipped down the gangplank.
She held my tossed streamer tight until
It parted suddenly, waved and was gone.

I stood, lips burning where Jenny kissed me
And watched the mountain and Africa
Sink slowly into my heart of darkness.


With apologies to Joseph Conrad for the last line.




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02-24-2002 Victor Buhagiar    

Excellent. I'm glad you are here too.


02-24-2002 Robert JudeAce    

superb!


02-23-2002 Betty Eskdale    

Very poignant, nicely told....


02-23-2002 Peggy Bertrand    

Very beautiful poem. well written.


02-23-2002 Kay Lee Kelly    

You have painted a beautiful, emotional bit
of history, it could be from everyone's past.
Outstanding work!


02-23-2002 Sharron Tyrrell    

This is so beautiful and so timely. My 15 year old grandson is just experiencing his first special love. This brought back memories of so long ago. Wonderful


02-23-2002 Eileen Waldron    

What a pleasure to read a *real* poets work.
Thanks.


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