The Visitor
Joe Derbyshire
CLICK! A door opens,
the flush of a toilet,
and a light turned on.
SHUFFLE! Footsteps patter,
and a puff of dust.
Shoes on a carpet.
“HELLO!” The voice,
Receptionists greeting,
a man with a dark voice.
“6C?” A question,
from the man of dark.
“That way sir!” Receptionist.
STOMP! He’s off,
towards 6C,
swaying his arms.
“HA!HA!” A tuneful laugh,
one of the Nursery TA’s,
coming out of the library.
FLOP! A piece of cake,
dropped in the Staff room,
rolling onto the floor.
JUMP! He’s down the stairs,
cloak flying like the tail of a bird,
waving in the air.
“DO!RE!ME!” A music lesson.
The man grumbles in annoyance,
wincing at the sound.
SCRIBBLE! Pen’s on paper.
A poetry lesson,
in the class 6C!
CREAK! The door to 6C,
in steps an inspector,
my worst nightmare!
“PHEW!” My sigh,
in a cubicle,
hiding in the boys toilets!