The Boy At The Back Poem by Martin O'Neill
The Boy At The Back
Scrunched into a corner
An emotional squall
A tight knot of pain
With his head on the wall
(A tear demands to be seen)
The language of learning
Is passing him by
In shame at his pain
He's refusing to cry
(It squeezes through tight shut eyes)
Wild constellations
Of numbers and sounds
panjandrums, conundrums,
And words spinning round
{Falling softly to the floor}
Unnoticed, he endures
A personal hell
Begging salvation
From a mid-morning bell
(To reflect November skies)
Bells ringing!
Hearts singing!
Stampede at the door.
Whilst the teacher sits and puzzles
Over splash marks
On the floor.
Very moving and poignant, graphic without being crude(not easy to do) .Kudos.
This is just so perfectly put together. Not straight away obvious, it unravels slowly to tell a story that although the subject is quite streamline, we all understand tgat moment of solitude despair and tears falling unnoticed to dissolve on cold concrete. An inspiring write, at the level that you have achieved I found myself querying the significance of November :) Thank you... Karen
I love this Martin... I hope one day I will be able to write like you. Inspiring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 7:29:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem reminded me of my first day in school, and my phobia for math problems that made me sick in my stomach. It is very natural in the way it was written and the words effectively bring out the picture in the reader's mind. Wonderful!