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Jennifer Rose Smith
Edinburgh
Story
no laughter fills the air
the playground is empty
boards wiped clean
classroom doors are closed and locked
(twice)
the playground, where friendships
and battles
and
love
are won and lost -
now just an expanse of grey
cold and wet;
empty
the boiis;
he said, she said;
I dinnae fancy Gregor
the mischief plans, the truce emergent -
silenced
empty your trays, take your lunch boxes
don’t leave any food!
they said it wasn’t the last day
that we’d be back
so why did we take
all
our
things?
Vision
I am a teacher and I really struggled with missing the class during lockdown. It felt like such a waste.