Dancing To Different Songs

In this poem I look at that summer when I started both my teenage years and moved up to from the safety of primary school to the adventures and turbulence of what would become my high school years. This was the time when my crushes on my would be celebrity boyfriends became slightly less pure and a lot more lustful and my taste in boys changed from blushing at the cute boy next door to wanting the bad lad down the street. To mark that change I’ve given the title Dancing To Different Songs I hope you enjoy the read.

Dancing To Different Songs

As I started the big school
The Bay City Rollers were replacing the Osmonds
in many teenage hearts including mine
I was beginning to watch the Waltons
I was 13 a trans teen
in a Glasgow housing scheme
dreaming of boys
I wished I could get the part of John Boy’s Girlfriend
have our hearts entwined forever
until the twelfth of never
In that mythical land
where family values and apple pie meant love and safety
from the big bad world outside
It was a place I could hide
for 50 minutes each Monday
though for the rest of the week
I wanted a bad boy to show me
he had the moves I needed to learn
to keep on dancing
I yearned for him
his name was Les
the poster boy for nice girls
who wanted to be naughty sometimes
It was time to say goodnight John Boy
as I longed to get the gladrags on
for my summer love sensation
I was the good girl
who dreamed of being bad
but was too prim and proper
to do anything about it
except replace the posters in my scrapbooks
as I began dancing to different songs
knowing I had outgrown my puppy love

© Gayle Smith 2019

Girl Talk

With Christmas approaching this poem takes a walk down memory lane as  I travel back in time to 1974 and my first festive season as a teenager  and the big bad world of secondary school. As is often the case when I think of more than one title I put my selections to the vote and let my friends make the decision for me and that’s what I did on this occasion. Trust me this was no easy task, but eventually and after more recounts than marginal seats at a general election it was finally declared that Girl Talk will be the choice of my virtual constituency and I’m happy  with that choice. I hope you enjoy the read.

Girl Talk

1974, my first year at secondary school

I found it hard to fit in

especially that first Christmas 

I lusted after David Essex 

as my teenage years came calling

I can’t lie Les McKeown caught my eye 

and try as I might to deny it

at least one girl in my year knew my secret

swore she would keep it and did 

well she said she couldn’t have boys calling me fairy 

it wouldn’t be right

she teased me about lipstick

went with me to the shops

told me what tights to buy 

let me look at her copies of my guy

and made me blush by mentioning the guy I fancied

as he walked by in football shorts

saying it was girl talk

conveniently forgetting 

that though it might not be what I wanted

I had to at least try to be like them

though she knew I’d never make it

I learned early how to fake it 

a lesson in life which would prove important in later years 

meanwhile the fears of a 13 year old 

who couldn’t do boys stuff

were to some extent dealt with.

by a girl who knew the truth of a friend 

but didn’t know the words we use now

none of us did back then 

in days when it was a crime to be yourself 

and closets were a safe place to hide

© Gayle Smith 2017