Tags
Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, memories, poetry, School days, St Helena Chesterfield, St Helena Girls school, Yorkshire poet
Pioneers
All the past we leave behind,
yet we carry it in our heart,
St Helena girls through and through,
as the years swiftly depart.
Fat knotted ties and skinny ones too,
berets and gingham, dress code rules,
regulation skirts as we kneel on the floor,
cast off our cares as we escape through the door.
Dungeons and turrets, paradise road,
galleries and balcony, put on a show,
keep to the right, single file on the stairs,
spiral up to the library, for she who dares.
Physics and chemistry, biology labs,
bunsens and tripods, asbestos slabs,
the chemical stench and old parquet floors,
roller blackboards and the fume cupboard doors.
Windows that stretched for miles on end,
bring new horizons, a chance to transcend,
safe haven sanctuary for those with an art,
still part of the school, yet worlds apart.
Art school boys installed on walls,
language labs and netball courts,
red brick history commemorates the day,
air raid shelters for those who would stray.
Toilets and cloakrooms, chequerboard tiles,
lurk in the smoke room and hide for a while.
Graffiti on lockers, who loves who?
Hands off! Keep out! Music allegiances too.
Wait at the staffroom, hover at the door,
how long do I wait before knocking once more?
Skulk to the sickroom to skive off P.E.
feigning bad cramps of our weekly monthly.
Boy’s Grammar hockey, excited flirting,
navy blue knickers, unflattering skirting,
frost bitten toes, don’t kick up a fuss,
changing our kit on the P.E. bus.
Home economics and schoolgirl cookery,
who stole the cakes? Antics, skulduggery!
Brown wicker baskets, raise a toast all around,
we never succeeded to burn the place down.
Stoic St Helena with her stained glass stare,
Venus de Milo by the piano chair,
red velvet curtains setting the stage,
assembly lectern for a self-righteous rage.
The corridor of doom led to her lair,
hand on your knee and that inimitable glare.
The end of the lesson, by bell or by gong,
ubiquitous memories of days long gone.
All the past we leave behind
yet we carry it in our heart
St Helena girls through and through
as the years swiftly depart.
© Pioneers 20.06.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: school building and St Helena stained glass window – Claire Jones
Marvellous echoes of the past ~ dredged from memory ~ ever to last
Thank you – nostalgic and emotional 🙂
Flashback photos! 🙂 I do like ‘stained glass stare’, nice choice.
Thank you Jett. If you think she has a watchful eye you should have seen our headteacher! A stare to stop you in your tracks!
Happy days 🙂 x
Oh they certainly were. My school was a cross between Hogwarts and St Trinians 🙂
God special memories, them were the days
They certainly were Lorraine 🙂
Brought back memories of my old school, Sacred Heart, in India, miles apart but the same world. Reading this 6 in the morning, brought a smile to my face. Saw the photo of the school on FB, thank you, wonderful memories to hold on to.
Thank you Madhuri I’m glad it bought back good memories for you too 🙂
Thanks for the memories…… Yours look wonderful, and the poem is just lovely!
Aw thanks. It was a good school 🙂