Wymondham College Magazine 1972 (Amalgam)

HOT DREAMI fell asleep, at night, quite late,My ankles resting on the grate,My toes quite near a burning logWhen my eyes were closed by soup-thick fogI fell through endless space and time,Into a sea of deep green slime -And in the murk before my eyesI saw a great grey pillar riseThe pillar formed into darkwood ;A stake in market place it stood -The crowd were close and all aroundBut in their jeering made no soundBefore, a bright-clad figure trod,In hand he held Archbishop's rod ;The silent men looked on with rate -They thought I well deserved my fate .I climbed the sharp, dry pile of woodUntil beside the stake I stood ;The Bishop followed up the pile -Upon his lips a sadist's smile .He put his hand upon my hair -I knew he did not really care ;And then climbed back down to the ground -But all the while he made no soundThey bound me hard with blackened ropeJust making sure I had no hope ;A soldier lit the dried-out pile -And then the crowd began to smileThe flames roared up, I felt the heat ;The flames roared up and burnt my feet -I felt great pain and screamed out loud,And cried out to the laughing crowdMy scream, it broke their realm in two,And shattered silence through and throughBut now the stake was gone from sightAnd I was back, at home, at night .But even now I felt the painAnd thought I must be quite insane :For now my dream was past and gone,Why should the burning pain stay on?I looked towards a burning lightAnd saw why I had dreamt that night,I saw my cause of fear and plight -My socks, by now, were well alight .David Booty (Year 3)