Please remember these poems are just first drafts in my attempt to re-awaken my muse. I hope you enjoy them. Please feel free to join me on my year long journey to write a poem a day.
January 10, 2013
The hallway was silent as she entered the school
her designer heels echoed loudly
as she walked deliberately towards the principal’s office
in her hand she held the crumpled letter
that brought her back to these hallowed halls after all these years.
Anger furrowed her perfectly arched brows.
She loathed this school
Sister Sarah had been the bane of her existence twenty years ago
and now she was the principle
inflicting misery , she was sure, to all her entered her domain
The woman’s footsteps slowed as she reached her final destination
she paused tugging at her skirt that hit,
inappropriately per the uniform policy,
an inch too high above the knees
then she came back to her senses
she hadn’t been a student here for years,
She reached up to knock on the wood and glass door
a strangled gasp escaped her blood red lips
as the door creaked opened
“You’re late.” Sister Sarah said.
her small but imposing figure filling the door frame
“I…” the woman stammered.
“Don’t just stand there girl, come in, sit down!” she commanded.
The glass in the door rattled as the wiry old nun closed the door behind them.
Sister Sarah placed her hand on the woman’s back
Her skeletal fingers felt like ice cold knives on her spine
pushing her forward towards her fate
“You know why.” Sister Sarah said.
“There are no excuses for this young lady”
The nun rounded her desk and stood in front of the window
dust motes floated though the thick air
enveloping the nuns black and white habit
The glaring sunlight obliterating her small face
all the woman could see were her piercing red eyes
“Why?” The woman managed to say once more
“You can’t take my diploma away, you’ll ruin my career” she said.
“You should have thought of that before…”
the nun slammed the twenty year old test paper on the desk in front of the her
“before you cheated on your algebra test.” Sister Sarah sneered at her, the nuns
teeth morphed into vampire like fangs.
Were her eyes playing tricks on her or
was that blood dripping down from …
The alarm clocks buzzing jolted the woman awake.
She was drenched in a cold sweat.
She sat up and sighed realizing it was only a dream.
“Honey are you okay?” her husband said entering their bedroom.
“I’m fine, it was just a dream.”
“Okay well I’ll see you later.” he said kissing her cheek as he left for work.
“by the way you have a piece of mail on the table, it came special delivery.”
The woman smile, he always did that when he sent her a surprise.
The woman bounded down the stairs toward the smell of fresh brewed coffee
and goodies but she was not greeted with the expected surprise
There were no flowers, no gifts, no surprises excepted for a mug of steaming hot
coffee and a pile mail.
The woman sat at the kitchen counter sipping the steaming liquid
sorting the pile of mail her husband had left for her.
And there it was…
She tore open the envelope
and then she let out a blood curding scream
it was a summons
to appear in the principles office
of Most Holy Mary Catholic School
When the woman’s husband found her body
she was laying on the kitchen floor clutching
the letter in one hand,
the handle of the shattered coffee mug in the other
Weeks later the autopsy report
confirmed his wife had died of fright
and he wept because it was only supposed to be a joke.
by Lexi Flint
- Poem: St Nick Stuck (grannyslittleprojects.wordpress.com)