THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
Image: Emilio Nunzi (Year 11)
Image: Ed Brilliant (Year 12)
Let the wind enter, from under the door, The light filter from the distance to the frame. Listen to the murmurs of those in the next room. Let the movement of the door come to rest. Let evening come. Wander the empty streets in self-reflection, See the plaintive blossom hanging lifeless, Watch the sun scatter over the forlorn estate. Let the sun hide, behind the knoll of a hill. Let evening come.
A luminous ringing pervades the streets, And the fervent buzz of our city is just a humming – Like water bubbling and teeth gnashing beneath the surface, Like rising souls condemned by stubborn rooftops. Like malignant sailors snatching an Albatross from the sky, Like a cruel sun stripping an Earth of heat at dusk Or maybe an Eclipse depriving us of heavenly hours. Our sun is cool like our moon hot, shining on an abandoned surface.
Alone CREATIVE WRITING
CREATIVE WRITING
Afterglow
Blank faces absorbing meaningless rays, Beneath the roofs we still heave, and sigh, and pray, and cry and laugh until We are bored. Breaking beneath our cruel ceilings, no-one feels Safe. The streets are instinct with energy and power Whilst we decay and wilt hour by hour.
Let your walls be your world. Be mindless of the world outside, encompassed by passive comfort, Within the sheets of your bed. Gaze at the white light of the screen, And let tears roll like ambient rain. Listen to the moon be piteous, Let the evening come. And glisten, alone.
FrancisMcCabe Year9
LeoTidmarsh Year13
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