Your time starts now
The nervous coughs
and shuffled chairs give one last
laugh down marble stairs
that echo should know names
of literary fame, etched in brass.
You may turn the page
on a mind that’s blank
a soldier in the trenches
lost to gun shots
only silence in his ears.
Everyone else is moving faster than me,
panic slips a hand
inside my chest, demands
I start my quest with
but my mantra knows best.
Through the joints of old oak doors
beyond the click on cold tiled floors
across bowed heads in hallowed halls
a calmness calls my chi.
The graphite spills
controlled at will by years of books
librarians looks and post-it’s stuck.
Passages pulled and torn apart
with confidence I make a start.
On first reading I admit I was lost then I took a step back, re read the title, and really read it properly and suddenly realised how terrific it is, you have caught the first terror of the exam room perfectly. I especially loved the rhythm of the last verse. Sue.
Thanks Sue glad you stuck with it, I’m hopeless at exams and find this moment particularly challenging. Best Keith
This takes me.back. Glad it’s all behind me. Great writing with great lines.
Me too Gerald although when I did my OU degree I used to site next to an ex-ICI chairman that was doing it for fun in his 70’s !!!!