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