Autumn 2006 Poetry Competition Third Prize

My Old School Friend


Linda Preston


I shall not ever find her in a hairdresser’s shop one day

considering colours to combat signs of first greys.

Nor brush shoulders with her at a busy beauty counter

buying lotions and potions promoting eternal youth.

If anywhere I might find her in a deserted schoolyard,

at midsummer dusk, face flushed from playing chasing

games whose very names I have forgotten or perhaps

linking hands, forming a ring, singing with other sad-eyed friends.


In my dreams she’s forever waving goodbye at a shadowy school gate

And I’m calling “see you tomorrow” unaware of her fate...

 ©2006 Linda Preston

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