Come on, boys! Let’s play the pen fight
We use the pens which would write!
Some have ink,
others are pink!
It is so much fun to play,
throwing pens away!
Okay, so I wrote this poem way back when I was 10. I loved to rhyme and made it silly. So, taking inspiration from this poem, I will answer the prompt.
Walking through the corridors,
I trace my hand against the circle windows,
quickly taking in all the changes around me
the walls that used to seem too tall
the steps that seemed too large
the ceilings that were too high up.
Inside the classroom, the whole space is
smaller than I remember.
The metal benches are too small
but back then,
when my best friend say two benches away,
it seemed like we were galaxies apart!
No more school, no more benches
no more school-mates, classmates, bench-mates,
no more best friend.
I suppose I could’ve taken a different turn with this one but I like it. Sad, melancholy, wistful.
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.