Hello all,
This is my fourth in the series of
s #tinywinterpoems. A single word, 10 mins only, and definitely no revision. That is still hard and I’m not getting any better at it. This week I’m posting a few more of these poems - Entrance, Made, and Thought. So that’s the almost the finish of #tinywinterpeoms just a couple left, but #tinyspringpoems has begun. I’ve been collecting the prompts ready to start them when I feel up to it.Entrance
The front of the school was a wall of glass
Two doors locked whenever we were outside
The pupils not trusted to stay beyond the entrance
Prefects peering into our world from behind their
Reinforced warmth. When the doors finally opened
They stood aside as the children swarmed in.
I always waited until the hoards ebbed, the chatter dimmed
The corridors emptied, and peace ensued.
I was never sure of the role of the prefects
They stood and watched and never were seen to do much
Shunned by the other pupils they were remarkably ineffectual.
Pointless authority in a pointless institution
Hmmm, not sure what to think of this.
Next.
Made
I was made in Africa not England
like many would think looking at me.
I was made in the heat and light of a different world
Where then chirruping of crickets at night
And the whooping of the frogs
And the thrumming of the rains
Punctuated my sleep
And even now will lull me to slumber.
Where I walked barefoot on sandy ground
And thick stemmed grasses towered over me.
Palm leaves a large as a child became my toys
And blah and blah and blah (ran out of time)
This has a few redeeming features and I have rewritten this a lot now, and it will be seen eventually when I do a piece on reworked small prompts
Next.
Thought
Deep Thought in space
A tale of immense import
Answer - Forty two
I’m not sure why I decided to do a haiku, maybe because it’s easier to only have 17 syllables thought of in 10 minutes. I think in the back of my head I was still remembering one of the NaPoWriMo prompts I’d briefly skimmed.
So, till next time.
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