Neal Mason
PoemsSample Passages
Derelict Classroom
Derelict Classroom
Foxgloves face the windows, vacantly
gaze out, but learn nothing
from chattering thrushes and blackbirds
or the sky blank as doubt;
knowledge and order are lost in overgrowth
and Nature’s grown up a lout.
What were pellets flicked in fun
are flies. Lazy chalk dust
used to drift like pollen,
motes in young eyes,
where now the beams of a blinding sun
glare in rank surprise.
The walls are covered in graffiti, the vandal
moss. The green blackboard
fails to instruct brambles
which increase, oblivious of loss,
while a snail’s trail, looping and curling
beneath, serves for a gloss.
Where the red roof was is white and blue
sky; clouds, unformed
and uninformed of nimbus
or cumulus, writhe as they try
outlines a teacher might approve
and on which textbooks can rely.
A puffball is the globe that children held
in awe, its national colours
now brown, not the variety
primary childhood saw;
the spores would mature to khaki, then fall,
obeying some natural law.
Beyond the broken glass grow pampas
and canes; wind-punished nettles
sting empty air
while butterflies play games
on buddleia. The wilderness encroaches, unaware
of culture, geography or names.
Derelict Classroom
Derelict Classroom
Foxgloves face the windows, vacantly
gaze out, but learn nothing
from chattering thrushes and blackbirds
or the sky blank as doubt;
knowledge and order are lost in overgrowth
and Nature’s grown up a lout.
What were pellets flicked in fun
are flies. Lazy chalk dust
used to drift like pollen,
motes in young eyes,
where now the beams of a blinding sun
glare in rank surprise.
The walls are covered in graffiti, the vandal
moss. The green blackboard
fails to instruct brambles
which increase, oblivious of loss,
while a snail’s trail, looping and curling
beneath, serves for a gloss.
Where the red roof was is white and blue
sky; clouds, unformed
and uninformed of nimbus
or cumulus, writhe as they try
outlines a teacher might approve
and on which textbooks can rely.
A puffball is the globe that children held
in awe, its national colours
now brown, not the variety
primary childhood saw;
the spores would mature to khaki, then fall,
obeying some natural law.
Beyond the broken glass grow pampas
and canes; wind-punished nettles
sting empty air
while butterflies play games
on buddleia. The wilderness encroaches, unaware
of culture, geography or names.