Another poem from an exercise in fighttowrite.com (symbolism)


blue globe spinning inside
dusty mouldy classroom
specks of sunshine floating, lost
across the windows
we’re looking at africa
drawing its shape
memorising endless statistics
marked in black pen
the day’s learning swiped
from the chalkboard
like so much white ash
and we’re let out at 3 o’clock
it’s raining
and we run home
holding our books over our heads
trying to stay dry

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