Let's Write a Poem
Teacher:
Let’s write a poem.
Kids start to fidget, tongues stuck in cheeks,
bums wriggle on seats.
Teacher has lost interest; she doesn’t really care.
Our scribbles will distract us for a while
while she marks term-papers.
I am ten years old. All I can think of is Superman,
So I wrote:
‘I Love Superman’ three times.
Teacher with her head down, eyes gone blind to us,
ears listening to music in her head.
We kids dancing all over our bodies, seeking
this inconsiderable alien thing called a ‘poem’.
The sunlight and clouds
slapping on notebooks and pencils
creating fleeting symbols
we could not hope to name.
A wall clock punctuating words dripping
out of leaky pots. Little girls giggling,
boys sulkily kicking desk legs.
Eventually most of us kids write something.
I suspect the teacher
didn’t even look at them. She marked all, ‘good’,
even mine,
Superman left the classroom with all the other kids.
Perhaps he feared a kids poetry reading session;
pure Kryptonite for a superhero.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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