End of the Year
The slow repetitive tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Of the oval clock
Seems to mock
The silence echoing around
The room of neverending sound
I knew they were bound
To leave, she mutters, eyes on the ground
The time just seemed to fly
I'll miss them all and, God knows why,
Marking the work that made me want to die
But I have to release my students to the sky
And let them learn to flap their wings
And enjoy their 6 week summer flings
And with the autumn September brings
Comes the room filled with the rings
Of laughter and life of my students dear
But then comes the usual nagging fear
Of getting them through another year
If only their was an exam paper seer
Tick tock
Tick tock
Robyn
Flash Fiction: Identity
Sam ran through the trees, bushes, plants and shrubs, tripping and stumbling but never slowing. Sam could hear the pirates murderous shouts and tried to figure out how far away they were; they weren't far enough. An arrow whistled past Sam's ear, cried out and fell to the floor to the sound of cheers.They circled the small boy lying face down in the ground with the arrow sticking out of his back. He was wearing a woolen hat and his navy sailor uniform had deepened red. A pirate knelt by the boys head, turned him on his back and pulled off his hat. A murmur of confusion went around the group and the Chief Pirate pushed his way to the front.
"What's going on? What's wrong?"
The pirate held out Sam's hat to the chief.
"It's not the boy, sire. It's that peasant girl they had with them."
The Pirate Chief roared.
"Where is he? Find him!"
"It's not the boy, sire. It's that peasant girl they had with them."
The Pirate Chief roared.
"Where is he? Find him!"
The pirates spread out among the trees, leaving Sam's body for whatever might find it.
Robyn
Instinct
This feeling
of complete emptiness
and loss.
Like a whole,
that will never be
filled again.
I wait for the right
piece
to finish my puzzle,
and pray I don't loss another.
This feeling
of complete tragedy
This really isn't
new to me.
I wait for someone to build the other side,
given up hope.
Been years since
I last cried.
I sit in my carriage,
a circle carriage of fate.
Wonder how long I'll have to wait...
of complete emptiness
and loss.
Like a whole,
that will never be
filled again.
I wait for the right
piece
to finish my puzzle,
and pray I don't loss another.
This feeling
of complete tragedy
This really isn't
new to me.
I wait for someone to build the other side,
given up hope.
Been years since
I last cried.
I sit in my carriage,
a circle carriage of fate.
Wonder how long I'll have to wait...
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