THE LARK’S SONG Angelina Murthy (JAGS, Year 13)
The lark it called out loud to flower field, The high note sailing through the dusty air, And from its perch the sound did grow and grow: It called the note out clear, and oh so fair. Across the woods it floated to the stream, And by the hedgerow buzzed with it the bee. A chorus joined the note in pleasant song, And sang for all the world to hear the tune, They sang through all the morn, and all day long, At last accompanying rising moon. Where fish aplenty swam in melody, And into villages it poured in dream The notes so loud and clear, like silver ice, Were finished in the woodland, by the mice.
EVICTION Joseph Robson (Year 11) they moved out but a week ago family of four, an absent father getting drunk in his room mother couldn’t make the ends meet it all just slipped away the postman came today, burdened with mail for every one of them a love letter for the daughter an invite to a funeral they left no forwarding address in the nursery they left an IKEA crib, melamine and Crayola formula drool, the Blu-tack from toddler scribbles just scratches on the walls in the kitchen there’s tea stains and burns on the wooden counter top and the dried soup by the burners - last Friday’s reheated pea and ham everything to be repainted in the children’s bedroom you find a stash of marijuana under the less faded rectangle that remembers a coarse matted rug and bulbs to be replaced you take a call on the landline and as you answer it echoes an automated voice who tries to sell you microfibre cloths no neighbours came to say goodbye
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