Canute
By fazedout
Wed, 26 Dec 2012
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A child without words
shouts. Crashes fists
against, again. Stones
break from concrete.
The teacher holds him
so he can't hide
the hate and fear,
swelling, breaking
but she does not give
in. Her calm is a front.
She's no idea how to stop
this. Sea grey on the way
home. The bus drives
round a flood.
I have been told
teachers know which
five year olds
will end up in court.
I want to turn the tide
but his eyes slipped from mine
full of salt water
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A very big warm welcome to
A very big warm welcome to the site. This is really good. I look forward to reading more of your work. I also love the way you use the water/sea play on words to describe the situation.
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That is a very good poem
That is a very good poem fazedout. I like the step change with the bus journey. Well done.
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nicely done. the canute idea
nicely done. the canute idea with troubled children easing through fingers works for me.
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