To Christine

 

Some of us crept out of our beds that night

We slipped down the stairs

down, down to the catacombs

where we left our pyjamas

changing into party clothes

*

Over the fence we went

walked along the railroad tracks

and took the train to Newcastle

*

It was the usual

bad booze and boys

with smelly breaths

joints and cigarettes

*

Back at the fence

as we leapt over

you were seized

by a pair of hands

*

Ring ring ring rang the parlour bell

as we ran ran ran into our beds

changing our clothes faster

than the nuns could climb

into their habits

*

Next day at assembly

red faced red eyed red stripes

down the back of your calves

you were stripped of your

Vice-Captain’s badge

*

But they couldn’t take

the red from your hair

or your defiant glare

And you never told

*

(c) Mary Tang 2015

Those Schoolgirl Days

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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