My Heart Is A School Out Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

My heart is a school out
For half term
Waiting for trickle of murmur
To become torrent of shout

The beats, stacked chairs
Untidy, dust rimed
Awaiting noise and return
In a dark space under stairs

I stand in voided classroom
In charge of echoes
And scraping footfall
Can you hear, boom boom?

And now the jealous door
That stifled creakings
In the galleon bookstore
We went in there for more

Beating moth breathless dust
In chrysalis dress
With creases crisscrossed
Your proudworn map of lust

I won't dwell on this silent stair
Cold and sepulchral
But the pounding goes on
As I hot wire your hair

My heart is a school out
For half term
Waiting for trickle of murmur
To become torrent of shout