The Exam Poem by Greg Davidson

Muffled voices cease,
Pages are turned,
Silent pens slide,
Chased by thoughts slithering across faintly lined pages.

Fingers, gently scratching scalps in thought,
Teasing curious thoughts; 'come forth'.

From head to hand to page they flow,
Selected scraps of what they know.

Thoughts echo from silent walls.
Sighs,
Unknowing sighs, the sounds of frustration.
Sighs, knowing sighs,
The sounds of satisfaction.
Task completed sighs.
Nervous fidgets, wondering.

The guns fall silent.
The War explained in forty minutes
Done.


2012