Kilkarkee Fair

by Aliza Silverstein

Grade 11

One day as I travelled to Kilkarkee Fair

I stopped in a town, I’m forgetting just where,

and there I set eyes on a lassie so fine

I swore on the instant that I’d make her mine.

She sat on the stones on the rim of a well,

and her spun-fire hair past her shoulders it fell.

Her statuesque face was tipped down to the ground

but her eyes they looked up until mine they had found.

I followed her out of the town to the wood,

yet I never could find just the place where she stood,

‘till I settled me down by a pool cool and clear,

exhausted and certain that she was not near.

Then softly and cat-like she stole from the trees

with a beauty so stunning I’d be brought to my knees

(had I not yet been sitting all lost in my dreams,

and watching new starlight spark watery gleams).

She bent down and kissed me and gave me her hand,

she promised me riches as prince of her land,

and soon did I learn that you never say nay

when you’re given a choice by the Queen of the Fey. Read more »

Waiting for the Stars to Come Out

"Poetry changed the way I look at the world. When I write, the words just pour out from inside of me and when I step back and look at what I have written, I can finally understand what I’m feeling. This piece of writing was written for one person, but is about far more. It’s about distance time and love, and all the patience and confusion and waiting and waiting and waiting that loving someone who is far away, means." -Sophie Heyerdahl

We are not what one would call

“traditional”

We are not wise in the 

eyes of the world

Comes crashing

By Elizabeth Cummin

Elizabeth Cummin, a junior at Mount Mansfield Union High School in Jericho, says of writing, “I write in order to communicate with my otherwise very jumbled brain.”              

I am desperate in the way that rain falls
and flows and finds a stream and binds to other rain and falls;
I'm desperate in the way that horses run when wind comes
and their manes dance and their hooves fall with the rain and the wind
comes
crashing, I am desperate
like the leaves torn from their trees
that bury themselves in the earth, I am desperate
like the stars that are extinct but shine,
to us, anyway, while their light is still moving -
I am desperate
like your closed
eyes stay closed
when you feel you are alone.
I am desperate.
I am gasping
for breath
through clenched teeth,
blood oozes from my gums and lips, I am
pouring my life
into your shaking
hands
and
your fingers aren't tight enough and
the horses fall as
the wind comes crashing as
the river comes singing and my eyes
are white
as your shaking hands
and your fingers
aren't tight enough and I am desperate because
I'll slip away
if you can't hold on.

No Turning Back.mp3

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow:

Wrote this as a duet between my character and the girl he is infatuated with.

Katrina:

Tired of these games I have to play,

Searching for some one to keep me warm these dreary days

Waiting, Waiting out here for so long,

Waiting for some part about this place to prove me wrong

Both:

There's no turning back,

Reasons for forgetting you are what I lack

Brom:

Soaring, Come and fly with me my friend,

Just take my hand I'll lead you to some far and distant land.

Know girl, that you'll never have to hide.

Don't hide your face for in the darkness nightmares come alive.

Both:

There's no turning back,

Reasons for forgetting you are what I lack

Somehow I know that I'll never be alone,

This is the way I choose to ride.