Mrs James was a big woman.
At Church socials,
I now ask,
Did she deliberately
Attempt to kill young boys?
To mix the crowd
About
We changed partners in the,
Pride of Erin,
And by progressive twirls,
The Barn Dance.
Twice
I had been
Unwillingly jammed tight
Between
Those girls.
At those dances.
(For levity
I use name Christine
Calls her ample bosoms
These
Many decades later.)
Tonight –
As she approached –
She would again
Crush my face betwixt
Her body.
My boyhood fear
Was
I would
Asphyxiate
Wedged in the flesh
And suffocate.
The music stopped
And I
Grew to
Appreciate
The unfounded fear
Was want of
Confidence.
Inshore Cassandra 