teachinglive.net  – Session 1; Term 3

Magdalena – Sacred Heart Chorley: Year 6 

School

The room of pencils…

I crept into the room of pencils,

 and they drew me a path through to a sofa they sketched.

I sat on the drawn sofa in the room of pencils, 

and watched as they doodled altitudinous lampposts that glowed with a bright light.

I stood up in the room of pencils,

and saw the pencilled roses blooming with a gloomy, but pretty, grey.

I knelt down near the pencilled roses, 

and smelled a scent of fresh graphite and nostrils pricked with the strangeness of the perfume.

I watched the room of pencils,

and waved a small goodbye as I gripped the outline of a door handle.