Vernon Scannell


Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon - Poem by Vernon Scannell

The unrelated paragraphs of morning
Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings
Rot by the misty Thames; the roses of York
And Lancaster are pressed between the leaves
Of history; Negroes sleep in Africa.
The complexities of simple interest lurk
In inkwells and the brittle sticks of chalk:
Afternoon is come and English Grammar.

Rain falls as though the sky has been bereaved,
Stutters its inarticulate grief on glass
Of every lachrymose pane. The children read
Their books or make pretence of concentration,
Each bowed head seems bent in supplication
Or resignation to the fate that waits
In the unmapped forests of the future.
Is it their doomed innocence noon weeps for?

In each diminutive breast a human heart
Pumps out the necessary blood: desires,
Pains and ecstasies surf-ride each singing wave
Which breaks in darkness on the mental shores.
Each child is disciplined; absorbed and still
At his small desk. Yet lift the lid and see,
Amidst frayed books and pencils, other shapes:
Vicious rope, glaring blade, the gun cocked to kill.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers


Comments about Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell

  • (2/20/2015 3:18:00 AM)


    A great poem showing the children's woes and their fears of a diminished future in wilderness of align land. A great image is created in the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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