The Good Ol' School Days
- meldennison
- Mar 13, 2024
- 1 min read
Ok, so mine were not that long ago, but its all relative.
Here is a poem that I wrote inspired by my school days. This has been recently published here Christingle, By: Melissa Dennison - Poetry Catalog. please follow the link if you are interested. I hope you enjoy reading this and that you can relate in some way...maybe to my hatred of double maths?
Christingle
Hair brushed to a glossy sheen
navy uniforms smell of fresh ironing
one hundred hands cradle the world
flickers from the candles
shadows on Victorian stones
slowly wax drips.
Our voices rise to this occasion
rehearsed over and over in
the hall, which I enjoy
as dreaded maths is cancelled.
Outside the world is
plunged into blackness
wrapping around me like
a close friend, this time
of year is magical,
yet I don't stop or think
about the pretty
red ribbon
winding round.
Or that in three month's time
we will be celebrating death.
Why does love demand this sacrifice?
Melissa Dennison January ‘24
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