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.