The subject for this month's open mic is 'rubber'. This poem is my take on the topic, I hope you like it.
The black gown swept in,
flecked in dandruff and chalk
and the dance began again.
Function, cosine, blah blah blah.
The chalk bounced on the blackboard
its staccato bursts leaving
a nonsensical trail of symbols
hurriedly transcribed to paper
by confused students
before a felt lined wooden block
turned it to a cloud of dust.
The protestation from the back;
a voice asking 'what...'
cut off by a barked 'SHUT UP'
and a flying blackboard rubber.
John Carré Buchanan
09 June 2017
If you click on the link below you can listen to me read this poem.
This poem is linked to Poets United.