Ego? Oh, no. (Chris)

It came to my attention at 1:16AM this Thursday morning that I am apparently a creative person. Despite this, I have not actually posted anything particularly creative on this blog. Perhaps inspired by Jez’s delicious ode to Trampoline, I’ve decided to post to this blog a poem which I recently submitted for assessment. While I am not entirely happy with how the poem turned out, I was happy enough with the mark.

year 7

untucked shirts
and nicotine smiles
classrooms thick with
chalk and talk of
boys
girls
weekends
red wet kisses, lines
of chairs kick their
brittle legs against the
tatty carpet, swing into
the air, shut up sit
down at cheap laminate
desks in well-considered
formation, biro scribbles
stretch from page
to hand to arm
across the face, scattered
bits and pencils
on the floor slamming
doors humming phones and
homework
bullies
tears
push outside and tumble
into the sun, stand in circles
closed to anyone else
and the rest of the world.

I’m really tired but it’s a little too hot to comfortably sleep at the moment. Perhaps I’ll procrastinate about starting my assignment for a few more days. Night.