A bench for one sets rigid, in the middle of the floor Surrounded by tall windows… same size as the doors Shiny lacquered planks, lay beneath the throne Ne’er another stick in sight, this bench sets alone.
No back or arms attached to it, four legs, just a top Looking lonely in the room, where no one dares to stop Worn from years of tiny wiggling bottoms, burning hot Tummies laid across it, leather black strap on the spot.
Children tiptoe past the door, as if said bench could hear Rush to class, don’t be the last, to lag behind the fear Looking rather nasty, Headmaster’s jaws tight clenched Searching out a misfit, to lay cross the single bench.
This bench sounds familiar to me. Having
gotten the as we called it "board" a few
times I know it too well. ;) Ah I was an
onery little devil though. Great write!
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
Bonnie This poem is Outstanding! It really brings such pain and fear and hate and anger. I cannot tolerate straps! A paddle when I went to school but noting like I cannot tolerate that at all. Never have been able to.
Just outstanding! you are leaving me speechless with this one many thoughts and emotions.
i was still in school when the teachers could spank students, we were lined up and swatted on the ass, one at a time and the humiliation was worse than the punishment. this brings back memories
There's a lot of meaning "hidden" within these verses. Certainly, the poem is deserving of much more than one read. I know that I am in the process of reading and I've done it more than once already. Thank you for sharing this offering, Bonnie. Love and peace to you. Regis
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gotten the as we called it "board" a few
times I know it too well. ;) Ah I was an
onery little devil though. Great write!
Just outstanding! you are leaving me speechless with this one many thoughts and emotions.
Thank You so much
Tracey xoox42
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Very descriptive. Offers a good read.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)