All Doom and Little Freedom
(after Ted Hughes)
A school's dark term shrunk to verbal barks and the clank of a ruckus -
And who is listening?
A tangled web, tense for a clue to the few who touch.
A pale face lifted, no frills or trimming - fear
to tempt a first reading to a tremor.
Now we are going home in the pain there, stooping under the wreath of someone's
indelible breath -
a stark shiver in our blood, trying to unfold the blur,
challenging to kill words in that ilk.
'Doom!' we cry suddenly, 'Doom! Doom!'
The buffoon has leapt back like a con-artist gazing fazed at the workers
that point at him un-amazed.
- 2002 -
[NB Written post-Ofsted inspection]
Sadly there's even more doom to come, Ofsted wise. Yippeee!!!
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