#boarding
"You tower - me castle"
Said Tarzan to Jane.
Lets ******* collide
and let these prisons
fall to the ground.
What will be left
when those old worn structures
are lying in pieces on the earth
the relief of a stone returned to its source.
No longer suspended in mid air
Balanced and cemented in
by a strange cruel force of society
of institution,
of creating safety.
There is relief, and sadness, and letting go...
in this holy - unholy mess.
This twisted mass of rubble, rock, moss and wood.
These rocks should be lying on the ground.
Nestled into the earth
and connected to soil.
Let's make it so.
Lets tear the whole ******* lot down.
Those old prisons of boarding madness
Expose them for the toxic dens they are
and set others free to rediscover their colour
the flower of their youth.
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 9:05 AM UTC
I left home
Aged 10
Put on a bus and away I went
Gone to oblivion
Into the void
Mum standing on the platform
Growing smaller as the bus drove away
Already gone.
Now a man, I return to that bus
Where that boy should have never been.
I take him in my arms
And hold him,
I will not let him go!
He can come home to me,
Stay with me in my home-heart.
We can be together, friends, brothers, partners, companions at arms.
You are safe now with me my boy!
I will not let you go.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
“Sorry”,they said,
“No matter how many times,
You shook your head,
Provided with all the necessities,
Now move ahead.
No matter what you say,no matter what you feel
Now get up and be brave,
With time,all your wounds may heal
You wouldn't be taken care of,
So better look for your own meal
There wouldn’t be a lullaby singer;make it a habit now
There wouldn’t be anyone to wake you up,
You have to adjust anyhow,
And don’t be a mischievous kid,
Now take a faithful vow.
Come to us now;it's time for goodbye,
They said they’ll love you like we both,
Albiet it’s a lie.
But you have to be independent now,
Go son! It’s a goodbye”.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Delia has seduced
the French teacher.
She lies beside her
in the teacher's bed
in the private school
her father paid for.
It has been a good night.
Passions spent.
She looks at
the sleeping teacher.
Dark hair and closed lids.
Naked beneath
the sheets and duvet.
The other girls won't
get those French lessons.
Delia climbs quietly
from bed.
She'll shower then go
back to her dorm.
Still she sleeps.
Exhausted poor dear.
She showers using
the teacher's shampoo
and soap.
She dries using
the teacher's towel.
She dresses
into her nightdress
and leaves the room.
Back in her dorm
she climbs into bed
and runs over the night
in her teenage head.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
You recall
that night
you crept
into Iris's bed
while she slept
and hugged up close
to her
in the coldness
of the room.
She woke
and said
what are you
doing here?
And you whispered
you were cold
and would go
in the morning.
She said
what if they
find you here?
But she let you
stay the night
your arms
about her waist
the smell of her.
You wanted to kiss
her body but didn't
you just lay there
and slept until morning.
She said
you had to go
but be careful
no one sees
you leaving.
You left
and crept along
the corridor
to your dormitory
with the other girls
before they woke.
You lay there
in the semi dark
thinking of her body
and her smell
and the warmth.
No one to tell
no other to inform
as you lay there
in the girls' dorm.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
Iris turns in her sleep,
Jodie sleeps beside her,
in her dream Iris is
a 22 year old teacher again
and Jodie the 15 year old student
at the boarding school,
that night when Jodie
crept into her room and her bed,
what are you doing here?
I'm cold and lonely,
you can't come in my bed,
I need to be with you,
you can't Jodie you'll have to leave,
I want to be warm
and not be lonely,
not here,
must,
no,
yes,
Iris opens her eyes,
Jodie snuggles up
to her 8 years on,
arm around her waist,
cheek against her back,
sleep sounds,
the dream repeats now
and then of back to that night,
the words echo
in the rooms of her mind,
you must leave now,
can't leave,
you must go,
need you to keep me warm,
not in my bed,
Jodie had grabbed her nightgown
and wouldn't let go,
you must go,
no,
you must,
she didn't leave,
she stayed,
hugging her close,
an owl hooted,
moon shone through
the gap in the curtain,
you must go Jodie,
no I can't,
she stayed,
cheek on her arm,
laying there
staring in the dark,
she lay next to her,
just tonight she had whispered,
it's illegal Jodie,
tired and cold need to stay,
she slept the night,
no one knew,
but she knew,
Iris closes her eyes again,
Jodie sleeps on,
outside the downpour of rain.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
World watch me,
aflame; hear me
roaring strange emanations
of inner dreams made external,
made vivid made real made me
made world. Watch
and wonder: How
did mere mortal learn
to speak in godly tongues?
World I'll learn, world
I'll learn. Just
wait, wait for me
to
grow.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC