Boredom and Disorder*

Lord, I am bored With this six week summer vacation An open-ended stretch of weeks With way more troughs than actual peeks, What with everyone else I know Having jobs where they choose when not to go: A day off here, a morning there, At times of rest when in need of self-care. Reaping the […]

Tomorrow could be the first day of the rest of your life…*

Inch worm, inch worm, Inch towards the end of term… Sticking to that single way That signposts a holiday Squeezing in and out Of tension-filled encounters, (Colleagues that you trust Alongside the Doubters). Resources, rubbish, piled so They signify the time to go, Banquet in the staff room To pacify that sense of doom; Students […]

Wear Sunscreen*

We’re all going on a summer holiday!¹ General Excitement plays Abject Disarray… The musing and choosing and strewing of garments A very particular sartorial torment, The What-Will-The-Weather-Be-Like conversations, In spite of all published information. The default position of British hope For something akin to minor sun-stoke, Lobster-red, mixing pleasure and pain (While silently vowing not […]

Travelling Travails

We were all going on s summer holiday. But Border Controls’ve got in the way… All the best laid plans laid waste Seeing as how we’re stuck in one place, Unable to move in any direction On account of Controllers’ insurrection.¹ The journey so far’s been reasonably quiet The kids not yet incited to riot, […]

Class Dismissed.

A sense of exhaustion beyond compare Is all I have left this morning to share, The long-anticipated Final Frontier Now really, truly, actually here. Not the ‘Star Trek’-branded zone, Nor even a moment of my own: This time belongs to so many souls Whose collective endeavour Surpasses the Whole, Each one standing for education, The […]

Recuperation Recuperation Recuperation*

The way I feel this morning Has curious parallels with a state of mourning. Dull-minded catatonia. I have a sense I’m not alone here. Many folk from similar domains Laconic, inevitably feeling inane, Grateful for pre-scripted breaks That otherwise they may not take, Professional momentum The energy that drives them; Less and less the inspiration, […]

Monday, Schmonday

God, give me the grace to accept Monday mornings; The way they come back round each week, apparently without warning. The simple stealth of repetition Inviting subtle acts of sedition, The brinkmanship ‘twixt Time and me Subtly provoked with just one more coffee… The yawning prospect of a day’s hard labour With little time, really, […]