Thanks for this one, Sam - it nicely captures the euphoria of 'school's out'. Here's a primary counterpart:
MICHAELMAS
First day of term, first school assembly, new kids in the front
propped up like garden gnomes; around the walls some fresh displays
for autumn: spider webs, gold leaves and Halloween. The blunt
truth says that summer’s gone and taken all her happy days.
A hymn announced, she strikes up, fingers rusty, unprepared,
C major, thank God - she could play One more step in her sleep;
the kids join in a beat too late, and flat (as if she cared),
a bass profundo in her ear: the Head sings sharp, the creep.
And suddenly she’s strolling by the waterfront at Reading -
early summer, blossom on the trees, the sky high blue,
a bookshop, new books in her hands, an afternoon of reading
in her parents’ garden hammock to look forward to.
Too soon she’s back, the captive of 300 cross-legged elves,
and looking down she sees her hands still playing by themselves.
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