Teacher Teacher


We had a new teacher,
a student still in college. 
He read us a long poem. 
I listened carefully trying
to make sense of it. 

I thought it was funny.
Was it meant to be funny? 
or was it the laughter of derision
to what sounded like nonsense.
Laughter seemed allowed
and that was unusual.

School was not a place for fun
with it’s pointless rules,
swiftly forgotten facts,
and boredom.
Boredom
when thoughts would flood
beyond their control.

Maybe the poem was nonsense 
but I loved the imagery 
and the colours of the words. 
I wondered if  'pea green' was 
the colour of mushy peas 
from the chip shop,
or was it those in pods
fresh from the garden. 

I thought that
nothing was clear, 
except our good fortune 
as I watched the wall crumble
and was glad.


https://feversofthemind.com/2024/12/03/inspired-by-pink-floyd-challenge-poetry-showcase-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR1QeKT0bAZhzh6hDLVJsMoB_HRYcZ_NcZvDKh6qTF22inMVl9l6Lqqc7c0_aem_mkTiTD6dDh5fyDYACdKxdQ

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