The new school year is underway across Australia. It returns each year while summer still rages across the breadth of our island continent. That first month is both exciting and challenging for all.
In keeping with the topic, here are 3 poems encapsulating the various moods of the school playground. They are part of an extensive collection of school themed poems in search of a publisher...
Whispers From the Playground
Everyone was huddled in groups
Talking in whispers and mumbles
Mischa said that Michael and Lynda told her
That Siraj and Tony
Heard Annabel and Charlene
Telling Tiana and Sienna
That the story everyone is talking about
Involving Arlo and Tyrone and a packet of biscuits
Just isn’t true…
Someone,
They’re not sure who
Made it up
Just to stir up trouble
And make mischief.
I found myself totally confused
What’s the story?
…and, who the heck is Tony?
Alan j Wright
Small Boys in the Playground
Small boys in the playground
Merge
along the school’s fence line
Running
with sticks
Clattering
them against the wire.
-And
near the school’s front steps
More
boys trade football cards
Leaning
for a time side by side
Against
the wall of a classroom
Before
poking at the moss
Between
weathered bricks
They
discuss favourite hiding spots
Their
heads together in conspiracy.
They
work at winning each other's trust
With
conversations about
swapping
sandwiches and cake
Comparing
scabs and scrapes
While
their eyes search beneath the foot of the poplar trees
For
smooth stones
And
lost marbles.
Playtime
slips away
Like
oil held between the hands.
The
bell rings
Its
sound greeted with groans
Time
is up.
Alan j Wright
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Playground Freak Show
Weldon Smully
Ate three pies
Two blueberry muffins
A large banana yoghurt
Then washed it all down
With a can of creamy soda
He followed this up with the second loudest burp ever heard
All the teachers in the staffroom heard it
You could have heard it in Kalamazoo
I reckon
Everybody laughed
We were all talking about Weldon Smully
A few minutes later…
-Veronica Harmonica
Said, Listen everyone I can touch my nose with my tongue!
Everyone gathered around Veronica to see if it was true…
She can do this
I reckon
Weldon Smully suddenly found himself standing alone
The playground freak show had moved on.
Three wonderful works, Alan! ‘…and, who the heck is Tony?” made me laugh. Funny how the playground freak show moves on so quickly! : )
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