THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
Images: Ed Brilliant (Year 12)
The alleys between the houses Form the only breaks In the wail of facades. Most of the houses have a Single front entrance, a mouth To open you up to their insides. Rare few are double-fronted, But near-all windows have a Blinded squint. Their alleys are blocked by bars, Steel thorn guards, but Your eyes Are nimbler than legs; They can slide between the railings To glide to glimpses behind: A large red bucket with cracked Lips And a refuse bag that Your eyes
Images: Sebastian Brockman (Year 11)
I think of you, from this icy mountain, Icy, hostile, alone and utterly lost. What? Where? Why am I here? Whence did I come? An incline of nobody’s choosing that I have found myself upon. Thrust vigorously t’wards some insurmountable peak. I stand on a ledge halfway up and take in the view:
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Lost
Semi-Detached
A little cottage, dimly lit, on the ground. I lose myself in the window and for a moment –
One brief moment – I see myself inside. But reality pricks, and brings me back To this lonely mountainside.
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NedWildgooseBulloch Year12
Don’t refuse to look inside That holds crumbled bricks And other crumbled things.
I throw myself upwards into the blizzard, Where, hopefully, I will lose myself twice over; Where I will lose sight of that cottage That makes me think of you.
What’s hidden in the secret back garden?
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