Lunch Breaks

Screaming as we ran
teenage girls
together we headed for hedges
burrowed a passage
made a curtain of blazers
a shield

Then snuggled ourselves small
to a sharing of futures
and whispering stories
of invented secrets
nothing to hide
nothing to hide

And yet…
we invented new theories
of why all stars sparkle
and when will the elephants
and how mushrooms can see in the dark

then lunch breaks were over
and so back to class
to rote -learn maths
whilst green hedges waited.

Kathy Trout

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Kathy Trout would be pleased to hear them.