Poetry 99—junior high
2015 junior-high winners
Junior-high winnersFirst place
As the Power Goes Out
lightning strikes, shattering the idea of silence
a carpet of chicken poop on the back porch
a million greasy wings flutter
to escape the sharp shock
a daisy wilts as a pocket
of steam floats from its dainty petals
a soft, meek, silky feeling fills
as the power goes out
-Seven Mills, 12
Writing is just one of the art forms in which the home-schooled Seven Mills is immersed. In addition to writing poetry and fiction, she likes to act and sing. In fact, she and her brother Ender have started their own band, Snowing in May, and are already making the rounds playing local cafés and art galleries.Second place
Thighs burn with the weight of the world
independent pleasure stings like cocaine
hope, is the last humane feeling left
but how have hope when all else is lost?
infected sorrow drops dead-like
but how have death with no life?
foreign indignation washes over
the cold revolver held close to my head,
I pull the trigger.
-Kolin Bailey, 12
Sherwood Montessori student Kolin Bailey is no stranger to the CN&R’s writing contests. He, along with his brother Cedar (who grabbed the top two spots in the Kids division this year), have been entering and placing in both Fiction 59 and Poetry 99 for the last couple of years. If he’s not writing, you’ll most likely find Kolin playing Magic or catching huge air as he skates the half-pipe in his backyard.Third place
A black blanket,
unfolding specks of light,
cold and dark,
relentlessly shaping itself.
to be what it wants,
do what it wishes,
balls of fire,
hard cold diamond stars,
it holds secrets,
it keeps them locked away,
in planets of gas,
orbs of light,
landmarks of light,
and iridescent dreams.
-Bayliss J. Enns, 12
Though she enjoys writing for the various assignments that Sherwood Montessori language arts teacher Danielle Mennucci gives her students, Bayliss J. Enns says that her favorite subject is math. She also likes writing and singing songs, and taking hip-hop dance classes at Hype Dance Studio.Honorable mentions
disappointed father and a crushed situation gone,
lost in the moments;
Welcome to the system.
Behind this locked door doing nothing but thinking about my decisions,
Paralyzed mind trying to figure out who I am with every breath.
What I did makes tears run down my face.
Hating something is a painful feeling,
especially when you used to love it so
and loving it once again?
Even though it burns it’s worth it
In reality it hurt inside, long, long before
I hadn’t seen it, hadn’t felt it, a long time ago.
Feelings are a burden
I can’t use them at all
And once upon a time, I thought I had
loved them all.
-Madelyn Elliott, 12
A florescent window to the soul of the night
the thriving stem of a couple’s true love
she shines brightly as if surrounded by
wisps of heavenly silk
if you listen and open your mind, you may hear
her, Luna, singing to you through her enchanting
she lights up the ebony sky like a midnight sun
Luna will be forever guiding you through the
pitch black night.
-Jacob Brown, 11,
Follow the Queen
Ashen faces line the solemnly lit table
Gravely fought wars fall between the puppeteer’s fingers
The king’s hollow bellow brings a melody of clanging metal on metal
Hopes rise and fall as the war song rages
A battle lost, Peter somberly folds his cards.
Despair on the Stairs
A tear hits the floor with an anguished cry.
The first stair creaks.
Despair sizzles like hot coal on frozen ice.
The second stair creaks.
Uncontrollable flame is the demon laughing at her.
The third stair creaks.
Absence of her normal self unnerves even her.
The fourth stair creaks.
Killer of hope, destroyer of normal life, lives inside her.
The fifth stair creaks.
Unbearable pain, merciless and unforgiving.
The sixth stair creaks.
She wipes her face with her shirt.
The seventh stair creaks.
She pulls the agony off her face.
The door opens.
“Are you alright honey?”
Sorry you’re not my God.
Sorry you’re not my main priority
Like you are to all your little allies.
You’re the sweet red delicious,
I’m the sour old granny smith.
Is that why I’m always the outcast?
That must be such a Disturbance
Well, I guess I’m just your Misfortune.
It’s like I’m not even human.
I’m just your Misfortune.
I shouldn’t have to Explain what
Why should I prove anything to
It wasn’t my intention to push
any of you away.
So I shouldn’t be the one to apologize
-Destiny Drake, 12