snow ball
𐑕𐑯𐑴 𐑚𐑹𐑤
the snow was brilliant
the whole school
going mad
the play ground riotous
snow balls flying everywhere
Sister Mary
in full habit
came to break it up
blowing her whistle
and shoo-ing everyone
back to their classes
as we left
I turned to see her
shoving the boys
off the other side
of the playground
one last snow ball
might just reach her
what was that?
fifty yards or something?
I don’t know
like magic
it left my hand
and described the perfect arc
never before or since
have i thrown such a throw
even now
I recall the apalling thrill
the sheer jubilation
the back of her head
protected by a dark blue veil
went ‘dufff’
𐑞 𐑕𐑯𐑴 𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑚𐑮𐑦𐑤𐑾𐑯𐑑
𐑞 𐑣𐑴𐑤 𐑕𐑒𐑵𐑤
𐑜𐑴𐑦𐑙 𐑥𐑨𐑛
𐑞 𐑐𐑤𐑱 𐑜𐑮𐑬𐑯𐑛 𐑮𐑲𐑩𐑑𐑳𐑕
𐑕𐑯𐑴 𐑚𐑹𐑤𐑟 𐑓𐑤𐑲𐑦𐑙 𐑧𐑝𐑮𐑦𐑢𐑺
·𐑕𐑦𐑕𐑑𐑼 𐑥𐑱𐑮𐑦
𐑦𐑯 𐑓𐑳𐑤 𐑣𐑨𐑚𐑦𐑑
𐑒𐑱𐑥 𐑑 𐑚𐑮𐑱𐑒 𐑦𐑑 𐑳𐑐
𐑚𐑤𐑴𐑦𐑙 𐑣𐑻 𐑢𐑦𐑕𐑩𐑤
𐑯 𐑖𐑵𐑦𐑙 𐑨𐑝𐑮𐑦𐑢𐑪𐑯
𐑚𐑨𐑒 𐑑 𐑞𐑺 𐑒𐑤𐑨𐑕𐑩𐑟
𐑨𐑟 𐑢𐑰 𐑤𐑧𐑓𐑑
𐑲 𐑑𐑻𐑯𐑛 𐑑 𐑕𐑰 𐑣𐑻
𐑖𐑳𐑝𐑦𐑙 𐑞 𐑚𐑶𐑟
𐑪𐑓 𐑞 𐑳𐑞𐑼 𐑕𐑲𐑛
𐑝 𐑞 𐑐𐑤𐑱𐑜𐑮𐑬𐑯𐑛
𐑢𐑪𐑯 𐑤𐑨𐑕𐑑 𐑕𐑯𐑴 𐑚𐑶𐑤
𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑮𐑰𐑗 𐑣𐑻
𐑢𐑪𐑑 𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑞𐑨𐑑?
𐑓𐑦𐑓𐑑𐑦 𐑘𐑸𐑛𐑟 𐑹 𐑕𐑳𐑥𐑞𐑦𐑙
𐑲 𐑛𐑴𐑯𐑑 𐑯𐑴
𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑥𐑨𐑡𐑦𐑒
𐑦𐑑 𐑤𐑧𐑓𐑑 𐑥𐑲 𐑣𐑨𐑯𐑛
𐑯 𐑛𐑨𐑕𐑒𐑮𐑲𐑚𐑛 𐑔 𐑐𐑻𐑓𐑧𐑒𐑑 𐑸𐑒
𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑚𐑩𐑓𐑹 𐑹 𐑕𐑦𐑯𐑕
𐑣𐑨𐑝 𐑲 𐑞𐑮𐑴𐑯 𐑕𐑳𐑗 𐑩 𐑞𐑮𐑴
𐑧𐑝𐑩𐑯 𐑯𐑬
𐑲 𐑮𐑩𐑒𐑹𐑤 𐑞 𐑩𐑐𐑹𐑤𐑦𐑙 𐑞𐑮𐑦𐑤
𐑞 𐑖𐑰𐑮 𐑡𐑵𐑚𐑦𐑤𐑱𐑖𐑩𐑯
𐑞 𐑚𐑨𐑒 𐑝 𐑣𐑻 𐑣𐑧𐑛
𐑐𐑮𐑴𐑑𐑧𐑒𐑑𐑦𐑛 𐑚𐑲 𐑤 𐑛𐑸𐑒 𐑚𐑤𐑵 𐑝𐑱𐑤
𐑢𐑧𐑯𐑑 ‘𐑛𐑳𐑓𐑓𐑓’
