By Briony James
Oh how I wish for a home office
a place to call my own
a retreat of calm and solace
where my thoughts can be by own.
Oh how I wish for a home office
away from the continuous drone
of voices discussing phonics
and the voice of Mrs Malone.
Oh how I wish for a home office
where the only noise I can hear
is the sound of the ripping bodice
as I immerse in the novel of the year.
really Enjoyed this poem, sums up how I felt through lockdown!
I like the rhyme and meter of this. It is easy to read and a bit humorous.