Lesson from History

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A lesson from history colours my day.

Light fades on time spent elsewhere

loosely tied to a pole of a pointless grey.

On the brown kitchen table worn by years,

tired by tears, the ever growing ever green

G eats his humble tea and recounts

his knowledge of a by-gone age of people

and events, a story of a language spread

at the point of a silver sword, the skill

of the victors, the cruelty of their rule.

He ends his history lesson with musings

on getting a driving licence. At nine

the green giant G has some time to wait.

His dinner tummy like his growing

imagination is full to the brim and now

he leaves me to do other exciting things,

leaving me with a lesson from history.

 

Malek Montag,

Rochester, 2016

 

Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15

 

Picture Credit: Malek Montag, 2015

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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