the empty school

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The halls will echo with the laughs

Of teachers, not of kids.

“They’ve closed us down, no class!”

She calls, balancing the bacon roll

And paper coffee cup, pushing through the door.

The lights are off, it’s time

To turn around, smiling though I don’t

Want other staff to see. A free day off,

No sulky teens to wrestle over books,

No whispered slurs and withering dirty looks.

So Storm Eunice has arrived and I have to say, it’s not all that bad here. We have had two power cuts that lasted a couple of seconds, and my garden furniture has moved across the garden. However, the schools have closed so I am home.

This hasn’t been the case all day, though. This morning I checked my emails before I left and the school was still planning on opening. It takes me thirty minutes to get there and in that time, the decision was taken to close down.

This was infuriating, but, there is something magical about the school when children aren’t there. Teachers change and become children themselves and there always seems to be more laughter and games. It almost seems a shame that we ever have to have children in!

And then there’s the joy of an unexpected day off. Because I live a bit further afield than most of the others, I made a speedy exit on the grounds that I didn’t want the road to be blocked.

Don’t tell my boss, but I just went straight home and did some crochet and watched Netflix.

Much Love

Rachel xx

when the storm rolled in

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The clouds were gathered, old men huddled

On the horizon, rumbling and moody,

Waiting for that moment when they break free.

And when that happens, God help us

As the winds blow hard and we hunker down,

The beach house windows waving wildly.

We pray. Just a sheet of glass between

Us and the driving rain, distorting views

We paid our life savings for.

A bit of a waste now, don’t you think?

The TV and the lights extinguished long ago,

We’re cavemen glorified, when Nature gets her way.

She’ll show her might and always have her say.