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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