FEATURED Poet for April 2014
Ellen Shaw 4th Period
Flash Fiction
In the Mourning Even though you haven’t sought out solace in my room for months, your smell still clings to my sheets and curtains. I can imagine you fitting your body to mine, weaving your fingers with mine. I can feel the ghost of your lips on the tip of my ear, your shallow breath ruffling the tendrils of my unkempt hair. I can hear your groggy voice rousing me before the sun even spills over the horizon, god, I loved that voice. And despite having not brushed my teeth, I’d let your mouth find mine. Sometimes, early in the morning, it’s almost like I can still taste you on my lips. So I must scrub my teeth before the sorrow seeps into my bones. ABOUT THE AUTHOr“The difference between
the almost right word and the right word is the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.” - Mark Twain Ellen Shaw is a Senior at New Smyrna Beach High School. This past summer she was awarded a "Young Writers Residency" at the Atlantic Center for the Arts.
“I have always been a little in love with words. What makes me fall deeper into love is that sometimes people fall in love with my words. Books of all and any kind really inspire me. Whenever I read I analyze the way people write, how they describe and what they do in their work to pull a reader in. I take a book and let it teach me, I guess you could say.” |
Poetry
Fill me up I wanted him to murmur secrets against my parted mouth slide them into my cheeks for safe keeping I wanted him to fill me up with anything weighing him down so that I could feel Between Petals I breathe brittle rosebuds Brown and papery I sigh withering baby’s breath. Puffs of limp words Guided by a desperate heart Keep it shut Once I thought my mouth was a scar A glob of festering tissue that opened up on occasion to spill out ill timed phrases I see that the plum blossoms have been driven into a silence all their own and wish they had taken me with them |