Council Meeting

Objection started it:

broke the kindling tension.

Words inflamed one corner,

flared around the room.

They leapt to their feet; 

drew burning swords

to blaze and scorch;

but, turned back by mirror-wit,

seared themselves,

and caved in,

a divided rubble,

the protest of embers.

From the chair

came a dampening-down,

delayed to perfection,

waving away the stench

of politics, as the school

was extinguished 

for good,

with a rubber stamp.

.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I could envisage this situation taking place and the uproar that would have ensued at such a decision. Unusual topic for a poem Gerald, but you approached it well and nailed it.

Chris

[Gerald Parker]

Thank you for commenting, Chris. Appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.