Inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 16:
Bomber jacket over navy blazer
black gothic hair and skeleton satchel
conversations about vampires and ghosts
scrawled across feeble exercise books.
Walking north to a religious prison
resistance was met and judged by Fathers
asking about Church attendance on Sunday
and expectations of Confirmation.
School was like society’s theatre
marionettes performing to loud bells
and playground whistles choreographing
a sea of blue polo tops and black shorts.
I stood in the wings, the old science block
was my home for three years, Guildford Rd site
Copying math homework and writing poems
I still can’t believe I failed English class.
The best days were further down this long road
Sixth Form found a brown-eyed girl called Charlie
where love and friendship began its journey
happy in her individuality.