poem, part ii
Apr. 26th, 2005 07:52 amAnd now, the second part of The Laughter of Staffor Girls' High. The first part, for those of you who missed it, can be found here.
Morning assembly - the world like Quink outside,
the teachers perched in a solemn row on the stage,
the Fifth and Sixth forms clever and tall, Miss Fife
at the school piano, the Head herself, Doctor Bream,
at the stand - was a serious affair. Jerusalem hung
in the air till the last of Miss Fife's big chords
wobbled away. Yesterday, intoned Doctor Bream,
the Lower School behaved in a foolish way, sniggering
for most of the late afternoon. She glared at the girls
through her pince-nez and paused for dramatic effect.
But the First and Second and Third and Fourth Forms
started to laugh, each girl trying to swallow it down
till the sound was like distant thunder, the opening chord
( of a storm... )