Julie Rosenfield

My journal

STRIKING OUT! (POEM)

It was in the miners’ strike

That we struck out

Tired of power cuts and “heat one room”

* * *

Me in flowered skirt, brown cheesecloth top

Glittering eyelids, bright sky blue

Nails a sparkle of irises

* * *

Bev is here – purple tank top, long black flares

We’re trendy, bold and fab

Our first time – just 16 – and at Maxim’s

“Two please” and then “Yes!”

 * * *

Sitting in the dark green alcove

Each with a creamy white Snowball moustache

Then “We’d love a Babycham”

* * *

We did it! Fooled them on the door.

While Britain froze and bought more candles

We minors drank to our new-found power.

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