Half-past Two
Once upon a
schooltime
He did
Something Very Wrong
(I forget
what it was).
And She said he’d done
Something
Very Wrong, and must
Stay in the
school-room till half-past two.
(Being
cross, she’d forgotten
She hadn’t
taught him Time.
He was too
scared at being wicked to remind her.)
He knew a
lot of time: he knew
Gettinguptime, timeyouwereofftime,
Timetogohomenowtime, TVtime,
Timeformykisstime (that was Grantime).
All the
important times he knew,
But not half-past two.
He knew the
clockface, the little eyes
And two
long legs for walking,
But he
couldn’t click its language,
So he
waited, beyond onceupona,
Out of
reach of all the timefors,
And knew
he’d escaped for ever
Into the
smell of old chrysanthemums on Her desk,
Into the
silent noise his hangnail made,
Into the air outside the window, into ever.
And then, My goodness, she said,
Scuttling
in, I forgot all about you.
Run along
or you’ll be late.
So she
slotted him back into schooltime,
And he got
home in time for teatime,
Nexttime,
notimeforthatnowtime,
But he
never forgot how once by not knowing time,
He escaped
into the clockless land for ever,
Where time hides tick-less waiting to be born.
U.A.Fanthorpe