Merciless Sisters
May 23rd 2009 09:10
Pencil shavings,
India rubber cubes,
a class of clatter and chatter,
of ruler smacks,
and desk top slaps,
wet hair and new jumpers,
as woolly as young minds fazed.
New smells abound,
of books and lunch boxes,
with sights unseen,
of chalk and blackboards,
parades, prayers and bullies.
All these swim back,
to a mind's surface,
whenever you get a,
whiff upon wind;
one molecule,
turns soon to,
a tsunami of,
remembrance.
Grades one and two;
towering Sisters in black,
silver crosses,
on blue silk ribbons,
these were some of my,
least favourite things!
Sisters of Mercy,
held true the tenets,
of their belief by,
thrashing theocracy,
into unruly youth;
their terror tactics to cause,
belief through grief.
Those days first,
slapped across the face,
the parental treachery,
delivering the tiny,
unsuspecting children,
into the mortal hands,
of God's wrath.
Embarrassed and shamed,
inflicted with pain,
physical, mortal and spiritual,
the nuns most superior,
in arts of terror;
better than my brothers',
cruel and teasing pastimes,
their attempts paltry,
in comparison.
India rubber cubes,
a class of clatter and chatter,
of ruler smacks,
and desk top slaps,
wet hair and new jumpers,
as woolly as young minds fazed.
New smells abound,
of books and lunch boxes,
with sights unseen,
of chalk and blackboards,
parades, prayers and bullies.
All these swim back,
to a mind's surface,
whenever you get a,
whiff upon wind;
one molecule,
turns soon to,
a tsunami of,
remembrance.
Grades one and two;
towering Sisters in black,
silver crosses,
on blue silk ribbons,
these were some of my,
least favourite things!
Sisters of Mercy,
held true the tenets,
of their belief by,
thrashing theocracy,
into unruly youth;
their terror tactics to cause,
belief through grief.
Those days first,
slapped across the face,
the parental treachery,
delivering the tiny,
unsuspecting children,
into the mortal hands,
of God's wrath.
Embarrassed and shamed,
inflicted with pain,
physical, mortal and spiritual,
the nuns most superior,
in arts of terror;
better than my brothers',
cruel and teasing pastimes,
their attempts paltry,
in comparison.
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Comment by Mountain Fog
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QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
yes they were rather crabby at the best of times.
at least I only had to endure two years of hell there, then I was sent on to join my horrid brothers, at the last Dominican Monks college in the world, in the city at the end of the world, Adelaide... the monks started up the Inquisition by the way, and they never forgot how to extract confessions!
cheers
fog