Wednesday, 14 October 2009

I live near a sixth-form college so I have to put up with a lot of shrieking, shouting and general noise that the students make. One morning, feeling a bit tired, I heard laughter coming from outside. Now I was in the bathroom at the back of my house, brushing my teeth, but the laugh came from out front and reached my ears as though it came from my shoulder. It was the most fake, angry, brazen laugh I have ever heard. I was practically shell-shocked. Anyway, I started thinking about the laugh for the subject of a poem and this is what I came up with:

The Laugh

an electric fence
twanging rhythmically
up the hill running
to the sixth-form college:

don't touch-
don't talk to me!

even the rush hour
traffic seems to stutter.

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