April is half done! This means only 15 more poems. I admit: as much as it’s liberating, it’s forced even more. So much like school.
Challenge 15: They suggest “writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil)”. So back to school it is.
Forget about Disney for a while.
Our useless but power-feared teacher
of native tongue
on our last day of high school
– wine and cards all out already –
wanted my answers to his questions
for a fucking grade.
He got none
His decision was to lower the final score
in my report, which reduced
my university chances.
Never mind that, got in, didn’t finish.
But I was angry for whole two days
and a half.
And then the best holidays started.
The next time I saw him
must have been 15 years later
even though he was old yet when he taught me
I burst into a room
of an inn
in a little town in southern Slovenia
when wine is grown
to where I gravitated at the time
followed by my posse.
He was sitting there
eyes glazed over
nursing a litre.
I’m not sure he recognised me
since I withdrew
the moment I saw who he was.
I was tempted to go back
to clear out some mud
but then thought better of it.
That lonely glass
serves you more right
than I ever could.