Ok so pacing up and down a room of adolescents doing purportedly one of the most important tests of their lives is not exactly front row action in all that silence, dread panic and very clear instructions not to talk. So what do you do when you’ve planned your day, counted the lefties (9) and spotted the OCD students carefully spelling out the words “help” in 13 shades of Cerise pencil.
So you look. It’s a writing task. On Gold. Walking too fast to read the stimulus on the coloured printed pages without looking like a cheat or a sicko. So, OK, a writing task. “GOLD” and twenty five minutes to go. So I did what any sane, 40 year old Chemistry teacher would do.. I wrote a poem *shiny grin*. Maybe Jason Boyce could mark it and send it to me secretly, lest I would fail the test that I swore to 109 students would be “dead easy”!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Au7
my QCS writing task supervision poem, an attempt to link the seven deadly sins to the stimulus: GOLD!
Au7
The golden curl, dainty loop
swinging low on ivory neck
As that gaze
Amazing pins him. Heck.
His tarnished ring alerts. Now in darkened pocket
drops.
He flirts and saunters over, rising as the man he was stoops..
His ticket bought, ritual weekly.
Life on hold for chance
Vain vapour hope of increase
He’s saved his dreams, her dance.
She clasps his hands. Yellow ping pongs fall,
Nicely
His future fixed, ‘Her freedom’, she whispers, meekly.
In hidden green and red, tiny jewelry,
Fruit mince pie crumbs on the floor
The paper rip
eclipses carols…adore
the hyperactive shiny band, inscribed with someone else’s
name.
His pallour stark, next to her fury..
Butter bright and gliding, tails melt.
Sizzling across the pan
Another dozen cookies bake
Making up for absent man.
The girth increasing. Adipose tourniquet,
tight.
Lemon lard, A broken cardium, felt.
Solar disk on wall, resplendent.
Swansong recognition, proud.
Muted hearing birthed of crashing cymbals
Symbol of a younger crowd.
Rock King, a god amongst adoring fans,
mass.
Hollow history, ego, id now codependent.
Crunching warm canary beach at noon
Another late-start nameless day.
His board at home uneaten dole check feed
needs met, his ganes strays.
Aimless leaden body worships, faithful skin
Bronze
As the days pass quicker to the final tune.
Spadeful praise the sister saves neatly
Smart and wise, dutiful daughter.
Familial standard lofty, lucky, creepy.
heaps coals on ‘you know you oughta..’
Raining streams of light from butthole,
Pure
You wish her dead, or gone, discreetly.
mickovich
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