Carol Ann Duffy - In Mrs. Emma's Class


In Mrs. Emma's Class

You could hear the radically soothing sound 
of a Scottish dialect slithering, oscillating.
As she joyfully hopped across from child to child.
The squeaking sounds of children, laughing, pondering, waiting 
for the next stimulating question to... "Peekaboo!"
"It's Break Time", she signals.
Despondent emotions surged through my body
 as I slowly walked out, torn.

This, this, was better than home. 
You waited for 7:00 am urgently;
 The cranky voice of my mother waking me up.
You felt exhilarated, elated,
yet, that soon faded. 
Inner Demons? For what may they be?
You felt interminably torn in all directions.
Pulled.
Instead of solving for gravity.
 Gravity began solving you. 

Time felt dilated
One month, two months, 4 months, 8.
Exasperated, you were, by her superfluous tone.
Enraged by the months.
No, years; That had crawled in the shadows.
The profound and monotonous tone of sounds reverberated around the room.


The overarching presence of Mrs. Emma, lurking, around the shadows of her desk.
The blinds shut, the scarred heart strings of children; frolicking.
You ran to your mat, as the tears ran, across the rough road of a face.
You peered to her shrine.
Thunder. lighting. *BOOM*
Shadows moved.





Commentary: (In before I pull a paper 1)

So, I actually don't have a clue about why the poem turns so dark I just though it would be cool to juxtapose the beginning where one is an innocent child with "squeaking sounds" to a "monotonous tone". So there were actually quite a few physics references my favourite one being, even though its quite nonsensical " Pulled. Instead of solving for gravity. Gravity began solving you". Yes, slightly cringe but nonetheless was interesting. Blog post soon about where I'm at in the written assignment.


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