She and He | Vijay Kumar

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

A moonlit night at the sea

Along the wharf she walked

Upon a distant pier came she

Hesitant and nervous

With a heartfelt purpose

Boats rocking and swaying gently

Sounds of music wafting in the distance

Walked she to thank a stranger

Who’d put himself in danger

The young man he’d saved her life

When last week, she’d attempted suicide

Tired of loneliness and poverty

Of walking the streets

The daily hustle for a living

Though poor, a good being was she

Pretty and mild

A misfit to the rough life

Fending off men and their intent

Seemed the toughest of lament

Poor was he, lived alone

A family he long lost,

To illness and frostbite

In the cold mountains of great height

Now he lived by the sea

On the last pier of the wharf

On an aging barge,

Now moored to the pier

With a sign ‘Boat-for-Hire, Bait-Here’

His one room cabin

It was wooden, plain, unpainted but safe haven

Had little for furniture

The bed, a stool, the odd kitchenware, a rocking chair

His life was simple

Fishin’, food at the tavern and avoiding the odd quarrel

With a mutt named ‘Dee’

A boat named ‘Winner’

For it earned him his dinner

Remember forever does he,

His hungry childhood

His battle for survival

Of grit and revival

This night was quiet

He strummed himself a song

Of days with a family, of Maw and Paw

Of spring and daffodils

Of play and thrills

Of skipping along on a summer day

To his home, of a life gay

His recollections he clutched at

Till again, they faded away

Last week it’d happened

Days’ work over

From the beach he strolled

Hands in his pockets

His cap low, o’ver his head

Kicking pebbles down the knoll

Heard screams from the rollers at sea

Where the high rocks stood past the quay

Seemed a woman in the deep

Her arms a flailing

Looked like she was struggling

His pace quickened, then raced

Into the surf he braced

Swam strong through the breakers

Reached her body going limp

Grabbed her around under the shoulders

And swam to the shallows

A motely crowd had gathered

She was expunged of the water

Given a thorough shake

To bring her around

Questions abound

Who, why, what and whither

She came to her senses

Took in the crowd

Picked him in her sights

As she remembered the look

Of the young man, in his arms he’d took

Before she’d passed out

A sandwich and a blanket

Was offered by mariners

They’d stayed with her

With advice to carry the good fight

Then when she’was collected

They’d melted away

The boy sat by on the sand

Didn’t say much,

But stole a good glance

Despite being dishevelled,

She looked a charm

He wished she’d live on

It’d have been a shame,

If the world had lost her

It struck him perhaps

A story like his, was hers

They spoke for a while

Formal and nice

Got to know another

Just enough to know they’d no other

He offered to escort her home

She hurried to decline

She’d nowhere so a claim

So he walked her a distance

Casually, pointed to the distant pier

To a room on a barge, he called home

Invited her some day

For a meal and coffee

He gave a little money

For her way home

A meal and her rent

She didn’t want it

He said it was nothing

And off she went

In steps small

The skies blue

And so the cocky gulls flew

She turned at a distance,

Her kerchief she’d waved

As if she knew

That moment he’d save

With a hand in his pocket,

He waved back

With a sadness and a sigh

He picked his dreary way to the cabin

Suddenly he fell solemn

He wished there was someone waitin’

He’d met many a girl

Both shrewd and coy

Yet, something had stirred big

In his heart today

There was a rare presence

Beauty, dignity, angelic

And the good lord had been kind

To her being and eyes,

A warmth formed in his mind

The girl returned to her shack

Tried to find her life back

Couldn’t get over the memory

Of the strong arms and kind eyes

T’was as, in them

Her worlds’ truth she could see

Of hard work and honesty

Of one who’d honour a family

Unlike other rogues

Who’d chase her

And she’d always stayed

A step ahead

Here was a man she thought,

Worthy of respect

After many an restless day,

She thought it was the Lords way

He’d sent he a message

And with it a man

For a chance he was giving her,

So a new life began

After much uneast and disquiet

She thought, to His word she’d ponder

That’d she’d take up the young man’s offer

For coffee and chatin’

For the boy,

Was now in a churn

The young girl had upset

The balance in turn

He couldn’t get her off his mind

If only they could meet again

And talk endless,

Of dreams and a lifetime

While the girl decided

That Sunday’d be it

She go to Church,

His blessings she’d get

A poor girl was she

Looking pretty

In the only floral decent dress she had

No nice belt, no stockings, simply clad

With no ornaments to adorn

Delicately like a tiara to her hair

She had daisies upon

Her auburn hair

Framed her noble face

Nubile figure and womanly grace

She sat through the sermon

With shut eyes and a prayer

Knelt at the pews,

Begged the Lord to be there

She left the Church,

Picked a clutch of flowers

She sat in a park pondering

Nervous that she may seem forward

She almost gave up her will

Lest her notions be deemed wayward

Hours went by

With the sun going down

The flowers she held on

To think, they may brighten a corner

Of his cabin by the old schooner

She stood up, a little hungry,

But decided on walking

She walked, not knowing

If at home he’d be

Walked a long hour did she

Reached the waterfront

She could see, the end of the wharf

Then the Cabin at a distance

Past piers, boats and trawlers

The cabin drew near

Till it was clear

She never been here

But it seemed so dear

Something about it

Plucked at her heart

The door shut,

The curtainless paned windows open

Never mind the wooden planter-stand stood broken

‘Winner’ was at the moornings

The mutt ‘Dee’ was on the deck

Resting his chin on his paws

The Master would be there

Her heartbeat she could hear

As her footsteps drew near

‘Dee’ raised his head

His growl turned to a wagtail and woof

“Dee whose there?”, was the voice from within

The boy stepped out

Stopped, rooted to his spot

An apparition he’d witnesth

Coming down the steps

Of the Pier to the deck

The short squawks of the gulls

The long toots from the hulls

The soft orange setting sun

Right behind her

As she slowly decended

Wispy clouds behind

A halo did bind

Seemed a heavenly being

In human form

So comely, so pure

Her joy knew no bounds

As her heart thumped in her chest

She dared not speak

Lest, she utter gibberish in haste

So, quiet was she,

With a beautific smile

It spoke a million words,

As did her arrival

The smile in his eyes,

Told her she was right

To have listened to her heart

And trusted His advice

At that moment to her, he was her prince

And for him, she a princess

Yet they dared not show

They dared not say

The dream was just beginning

They wished it to stay

In his misty eyes, she gazed

The tenderness they held

He took off his hat

Offered her a chair

On the deck they sat

Now in the twilight,

He turned up the lantern to full flame

The deck now aglow, a swain (a young lover)

Hesitant at first,

Then broke into laughter

As he stumbled over a pail

And fell on his after

That unwound them a bit

Yet, some awkwardness remained

They both wished the evening to stretch

The sun to hang orange

Amid the changing colour of the bay

Alas they could both exclaim,

‘What a lovely day, what a lovely day’

The conversation began and later with song,

From stillted beginings to all night long

“Fine night isn’ it?”, said she

“Swell, swell”, says he

“Where’s the music coming from?”, Says she

“The phonogram on the old barge beyond”, said he

“Can you sing?” she asked

“A bit”, he yielded

“So please sing for me”, she softly pleaded

For a man to write a poem, sing for her,

Was a simple girls dream

He picked his banjo and strummed

His eyes shut, his baritone he summoned

He sang many an ode and ditty,

And she’d join in

Time flew,

Presently she asked him

If he was hungry she could fix him a meal

He shrugged his shoulders

And respectfully lead her indoors

There were two lamps in the cabin

He turned them up and lit an third

The cabin looked brighter than ever before

As if happy tiddings were near and more

He went out and sat with Dee at his feet

Dee’d never seen his friend

So at ease and in peace

Looked like his pal

Would finally get his gal

It’d taken her longer

Than he’d thought it would

A quick bacon, beans, bread and coffee would be good

She emerged from the cabin,

In a beaming smile

As if she had a secret,

Waved him in, with pride

He stepped into the cabin

And was taken aback

He stood and scatched his ‘ead

Was this his shack?

It was all tidied ov’r

Everthing had a place

Ever corner dusted,

And sheets laid

The desk had a cover,

In a glass the flowers it held

The cabin had turned a home,

From a shack instead

The table was laid neat

With the available tableware

The food looked gourmet

It was as if in the moment they both could see

A life they’d both hoped, coming to be

He washed his hands,

Under her smile and loving eye

They sat for their dinner, coffee and pie

They both washed the dishes,

Then went and sat on the deck

Too much was going on,

In both their heads

Both curious about the same

Both uncertain and shy

A long pause and he said,

“What brought you here today?”

“I wanted to thank you for saving my life

You had that look so dear,

I believed you’re someone, I could talk to awhile.

Are you?”, said she hopefully

“I suppose, if you think so”, says he

They talked as if the morn would never rise

And the night would keep them company

The twinkling stars and the lapping waves

All in gentle symphony

As the morning drew near

He said in hesitation,

“I’ve been thinking,

I’ve done alright and caused no ruckus

I’m honest, and wouldn’t mind a missus,

Since I’ve met you, you seem a good sort

Frankly I’ have been thinking about you a lot

Cant’t get you off my mind”.

“Me too”, said she, expectantly

He continued, now earnestly

“Look I’m a poor man, I have little,

But I’ve got honour

And vow to always treat you with respect

If I were to beg you,

Would you give me your hand?

My life’d be made

And I’ll try hardest to respect the band

I do not have a ring,

All I have is my word”

So saying he stood

And knelt, to hold her hand

She was transfixed

As if in Church she sat

The organ played, the bells tolled

Her eyes were shut tight,

For she could hardly believe

All the life’s goodness she yearned

To come at this speed

Tears welled, held by her lashes,

Then rolled down in streams

She too dropped to her knees

And held his hands in hers

He held her,

In a protective embrace

His tears flowed too,

Having lost the battle to brace

Both had their forheads

On the others’ shoulder

No words,

Just inaudible tears

Words weren’t needed,

The silence telepathic

‘twas as if two vagarant souls lost in space

Had found their place

And so they sat on the deck with Dee

Quiet, pensive, happy all in one

Maybe a new life had begun

Words weren’t needed now

It was as if a body had found its soul

The gulls yet asleep

Stood the moments in a freeze

Both waited for sunrise and a new dawn

Looking into the distance

With a feeling of being reborn

To have a dream come true

To build a new life

Of me and you

Shots rang out, both were hit

Some hit in front, some in the back

Their eyes in disbelief,

Bewildered, from impending grief

As if was happening elsewhere, to someone else

Surely in a nightmare were they?

Dee was in shock, he darted about

None knew what happened

What it was about

About two Falls’ gone,

On a dark night

When he’d left town

With a new tackle and bait

He walked the cobbled streets

Dimlit with gaslight

Empty were they

Bar a Chaise carriage

Hurrying away

From the nearby brothel

Which rattled it’s load

Over the cobbles

A policeman on his beat ahead,

His cudgel rang on fences

Suddenly three figures

From the shadows

Exiting their ill-gotten crime scene

Jumped on the fuzz

Their intentions mean

Their dagger thrust repeatedly

And were about to slit his throat

When the boy in horror

Threw himself into their act

His young body, athletic and nimble

He was flurry or fists and kicks and jabs

Unnerved by this profusion

Of unexpected force

The trio was shocked

And retreated in haste

And lost were they in moments

In the evening haze

The fuzz bleed heavy and lay dying

Remembering his father he couldn’t save,

The boy cried out, “I’m trying, I am”

He summoned all his strength

Upon his shoulders he lifted the man

In fireman’s lift and agog he ran

Slipping and stumbling

O’er the cobblestones

Through barely lit allies and lanes

Until a clinic’s light shone

He feared his efforts may be in vain

Now handing over to the doctor, the fuzz

So fast he ran, catching his breath only

The Police station he’d reached finally

He blurted out the matter

And described the trio

Known scoundrels were they

And soon were in the net

Thrown into the clinker,

They swore they would nev’r forget

‘Bout the young man they’d find out,

And fix him good

Teach him a lesson

Get even they would

The Lord God merciful,

The policeman’s life saved

In the Town Hall,

The Police Chief and the Council

Honoured and called him

Their pride, a lad brave

That done,

He’d returned to simple life and fishing

Sell his catch by the day

Rock on his chair

And sing the evenin’s away

The trio had got bail,

And were out for revenge

It took them a few days

To find where he’d be

While he was poised for a new beginning,

They were planning his end

In the cover of darkness

They planned to clean him up

The snitching blaggard

How dare he’d meddled

With their matter

They’d show him how,

With his kind of tattler

They sneaked up in gumshoes,

Along the wharf

Keeping an eye out

For his old cabin and Winner

At a distance they saw

A light of a lamp

Strange to this hour

To have it so amped

O! it was easy to see him in the fray

Presenting himself as easy prey

There was someone with him, was it?

That too a girl, darn it!

A bit of a huddle they got into

But they weren’t the sort,

Of scruples to lose out to

A job was to be done,

And to be finished was he

If there was another

To be brought down,

So let it be

Can’t leave no snitches in crime

They spared once, this blaggard

And they’d done time

So they settled on the wharf

Behind a few kegs and barrels

They lined up their guns

And powdered their rifles

Just when they saw

The couple kneel and hold

One said in the trio,

This is best to hit them cold

They took a few moments

To breathe and aim

They let ‘em have it

In a volley of gun powder and flame

They heard the shots echo

And saw the blood spray

They watched the couple’

Fall wide-eyed, on the deck

They heard them pray

And the saw the bodies twitch

When the two had fallen still,

And hollers rose around

The dog barked incessantly

They beat a hasty retreat

And dissappreared in the night

The boatmen, fishermen,

The townsmen and women

Heard the awful deed

And morned for the ones not living

So young, such misfortune,

So terrible a death

But little did anyone know

About them or their kin

The Council and the Police Chief

Learnt of the boy,

Who they’d honoured

Decided a rare gesture

To treat the death

As a policeman’s in harness

So two grave sites were allotted

In the cemetery with respect

The parish congregated with the rest

Their graves next to the others’

The vows they’d taken,

Did partly come true

We in our hearts can read for them

‘I take thee to, to have and hold this day forward…

Till death do us apart’

The Commendation of the dying

An elegy was read by the Policeman he’d saved

He could have been the father,

Of the young boy in the grave

Their coffins lowered, the graves filled

And people departed

The two dead were poor nobodys,

At the bottom of the social tree

They’d dreamed of respect in life

Respect they did get,

But in afterlife

And so they went

Of Dee we don’t know

May still be grieving for his friends

By their graves

Oh sorry ! Their names we din’t get

Of the boy and girl

The story’s Countess and Earl

Does it matter?

Let’s just call it

A story of She and He