At recess they spread themselves
So that no three girls coincides,
Early forms of gossip on their lips.
Through hopscotch and hula hoops,
The matrons cannot hear
The true discourse of girls’ laughter.
Plaid skirts dance across the quarter
Green on black eventually in shade
of the steeple of the cathedral.
At the height of the grotesques
Not even laughter penetrates, but
The exacting patterns of schoolgirls
Is fully revealed. Where they are going is plain.
At noon the tower bells peal just before the school bell’s buzz
Even at home the girls will hear the bells,
And think of the quiet plans they laid.
As skirts come off and are kicked aside,
The girls embark now free of the spires.