Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Collections of mould
Congregate on ceilings
In a humid subtropical summer
Collections of dust
Congregate under sofas
Waiting and plotting
To destroy the vacuum
Collections of weeds
Wave their victory
Congregating in an unkept garden
Collections gather
Amass and acquire
Hiding with camoflague
Hiding out of sight
My house is filled
With endless congregations
Laughing at me
And my slovenly ways.
But I will last laugh
At least over holidays
When the exhaustion of teaching
Is temporarily suspended
And war is waged
On collections each day.
Fun! Great use of the prompt. 🙂
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Thanks Patty.
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