A Girl comes home from a long day of school
Wearily she places her heavy bag on her bed
She placers her shoes, her jacket
She places the smell of winter, the taste of snow
She places the knock of wood, the smell of timber
She places the smell of books, the sound of flipping pages
She places pencils and paper, wanting to do art but being too lazy
The smell of pasta fills her senses , the feel of scrunching paper in her palm
The thirst for a mango smoothie, the freshness of rain
She places them too
She places the pain of tripping, the annoyance of maths
She places a bin on her bed
just to dump a maths question she couldn’t solve
But as much as she wishes, it won’t go away
You can’t recycle problems
One day she will have to clear her bed of everything
Her memories, items, her life
And once these are gone she will go to sleep
But this will be in decades to come so for now…
she will just keep placing
By Isobel
