Poetry 99: Junior High
A curved sharp stick
A long soft white string
An extensive arm draws the bow back
An aim so perfect the force would rip you
A young fawn trots by
A small cry, then it lies down, still
Gwen Henson, 12
Sherwood Montessori sixth-grader Gwen Henson is starting to make a habit of being in the top spot. Last year she came in first in the Kids division, and this year she makes the jump to Junior High. She said she loves to read and write fiction and perform in community theater. She recently played the part of Madame de la Grand Bouche in the Blue Room Young Company’s production of Beauty and the Beast Jr. at Laxson Auditorium.
The sun, the moon and the stars
Are like a twilight counsel
The sun does not agree with the moon
The moon does not agree with the stars
The stars don’t agree with the sun
When we’re here on Earth
The world seems so utterly large
But when we’re in nothingness
When we’re plunged into space
Our home is somewhat like a blueberry
And we happen to live upon it
Lia Puser, 12
Sherwood Montessori kids are on fire. With seventh-grader Lia Puser taking second place, they own the top two spots in the Junior High division. Puser said she likes to write stories “out of my own little dreams in my head.” She also likes to draw and read fantasy-fiction, especially Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Avalon Series.
So Many Summers Ago
When we were younger,
And you were still here
We spent every minute together
Mirror images of each other
I loved climbing over your fence
Using the gate was too tame
And balancing on top
Feeling like falling
Inside the fence
There was too much to do
New people we could be
For an hour or two
And while the yard is still there
the fence is too
And I’m sure if I looked
I would see some remnant of you
Not much has changed here
Except one small thing
You’re gone now
And you took summertime with you
Lilly Ober, 13
Lilly Ober is continuing her run in the Junior High division, adding to her first- and third-place finishes in 2012 with a top-three finish and an honorable mention in this year’s contest. The Chico Country Day School eighth-grader loves writing poetry and reading, and is focusing on the classics—like Uncle Tom’s Cabin—in her Book Club class. She’s also a member of the school’s cross-country team.
Empty souls, empty brains
Dark hearts, evil faces
What’s next? Could I be concerned?
I can’t even think.
Like a zombie I am so boundless,
I don’t even know how to function,
I can’t even feel pain or be cold.
I wish I were human,
To have fun or walk fast or talk?
I wonder if humans will be scared or even run from me?
Ink coats my hands,
As if the night decided to turn to liquid.
It puddles around my feet like a cloak.
And it slowly creeps up to my neck,
Giving me a warm embrace.
I am now the spilled ink that you wipe up,
As if nothing happened.
You pretend to wonder where I am,
But you know.
And yet you forget about me.
I’m nothing now.
Molly Lane, 13
I Could Be Gone
No wandering eyes
Will ever fall upon my face
Look me up and down
And decide I am not worth it.
No intent ear
spoiled with juicy knowledge
will ever hear my voice
and wonder what else I have to say.
No outstretched hand
will ever clasp around my fingers
and pull me back
from this ledge I stand on
No one will ever reach me
And no one will ever care
No one will see me laughing
And know that I am happy
I’m beyond your grasp
And I am beyond your words
I could be gone forever
The soldier walked away from the brutally fought battle.
His hands red with the blood of those he tried to save,
And of the ones he killed.
His gun was hoisted high but his heart was not.
He would never be able to walk away from that.
Mud caked his face and clothing
But inside his pain washed it away
Medals and ribbons were pinned to his uniform,
But none were to his soul.
Life would never be the same.
He held on not wanting to die and see those he killed.
Soon the soldier walked away from life.