The Creative Writing Class
I am sitting in the circle;
Listening to the others,
The stories they are telling
Of some childhood memory.
The rain outside is falling,
Tapping gently on the window.
Inside the cakes are waiting.
And the woman’s making tea.
The tinkling of the china
Mixes with the chatter
And the sound of happy laughter
From the voices that are free.
Now we’re looking to the teacher
For the next name he is calling,
When suddenly I realise-
The name belongs to me.
I am sitting in the circle,
The others they are listening.
I feel the ears and eyes
That wait for me to start.
The rain it still is falling
And the woman’s in the kitchen,
But all that I can hear is the BEATING,
BEATING,heavy BEATING of my heart.
Copyright © Sylvia Coulstock | Year Posted 2018
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