New School: first day — A poem by Anne McMaster

By Anne McMaster


New School: first day

The small child sits
huddled deep into her seat on the bus
worries tucked carefully
into the satchel by her side.
Her face stares out
far beyond where she sits
solemn and still
gazing beyond the rain
carefully oblivious
to the torrents of shrieks and laughs
that cascade down upon her.
Only her fingers, soft and pale,
move endlessly in her lap
a silent ebb and flow of fear.

Anne McMaster is a poet and professional playwright who lives on a much-loved old farm in rural mid-Ulster. A theatre director and former lecturer in both English Literature and Performing Arts, Anne now writes full-time and runs a theatre company specialising in original devised work. She is happiest writing or out in the garden with her cats trying not to kill plants. Follow her on Twitter at @Rosehill_girl 

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