Sheila was in such a mood
such an over the top mood
that the teacher
thought her
well not to put
too fine point on it
slightly under
the influence
although there was
no smell on her breath
or aroma
about her person
there was the excitement
of character
that buzz in the air
about her
that the teacher
(Miss Hubb)
kept a deeper eye
on her during
the double maths
seeing how
the girl sat
how she turned
her head
how the hair
flickered
as she moved
how the girl
held the pen
as if it were a spear
to spike or kill
and not to scribe
or note
Sheila!
she called out
to the girl
who suddenly
as if woken
from a deep dream
sat up stiffly
and said
yes Miss?
What is wrong
with you girl?
Ants in your pants?
Guffaws from other pupils
sniggers from others
Sheila blushed
no Miss
nothing Miss
she replied
but the image
of the boy John
was there brightening up
her day set her alight
like an inner flame
set off a fizz and buzz
within her
then sit still girl
others are trying
to focus on the maths
(hardly any)
yes Miss
Sheila replied
and the fizz and buzz
quietly and slowly
died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem