Page 17 - Horizon 17-18

Horizon 2017
The Resting Face
Heavy lids sink downward
Like pebbles tossed absentmindedly into lakes. Light dances across the angular planes
And shadows are cast from the tip of the nose Like a sundial.
Lashes bristle against cheekbones
Like pineneedles brushing against the forest floor. Hair spreads out in streams,
Like rainwater slipping down rocks,
Like clear veins.
Lips settle into a dreamy pout,
Like blooming flower petals, full and rosy.
This is the resting face.
Miranda Dorsey ’18
The Symphonic Heart
And then all time stood still for him.
The music created warm colors, like the colors of wine.
The notes spilled across the floor in a puddle of song.
And then all time stood still for him.
The black satin stretched across her chest as she paused
Inhaling deeply; the rich, red springs framing her pale face.
And then all time stood still for him.
The large cello seemed to float as though it was being lifted
By the delicate notes as they swirled into the air like feathers.
The chestnut wood sighed as her hand grazed down the cello’s neck.
And then all time stood still for him.
Ebony and Alabaster were dance partners that waltzed to the piano’s song. Her fingers grasped the bow tightly and lept from string
To string, the way a cat bounds to catch its prey.
She had caught her prey with her music.
And then all time stood still for him.
Despite all of the momentum on stage, nothing moved
Because as she continued to move through her symphonic ritual,
She did something none but one saw.
She sought out his eyes in a sea of many and smiled at him.
And then all time stood still for him.
Miranda Dorsey ’18
I Am Tinker Bell
I am a child’s laughter and I never age.
I wonder when Peter will come back for me.
I hear cars pass outside her bedroom window.
I see her dreaming and I watch over her when she sleeps.
I want to protect her from losing her imagination and growing old. I am a child’s laughter and I never age.
I pretend to be back in Neverland when I am homesick, and I feel lonely on my shelf.
I worry Peter has forgotten me and that this child will, too. I cry when I hear someone say they don’t believe in fairies. I am a child’s laughter and I never age.
I understand that wonderful things must come to an end.
I say things like, “with a little bit of trust and pixie dust”.
I dream of returning to Neverland to be with Peter Pan.
I try to inspire children to stay young at heart, make sacrifices for what they love,
And to nevermore shy away from adventure.
I hope the world never fails to remember to look upon second star to the right.
I am a child’s laughter and I never age.
Miranda Dorsey ’18
I Am Paper
I am soaking up ink.
My complexion fractures with spidery veins of inky poison,
But I don’t mind.
I feel the tip of the pen scraping against my thin skin.
It loops and slashes.
I am changing.
My skin is creasing as ink seeps into my face,
Stealing my youth.
It is worth it- the aging, the pain.
Because I am filled with stories and knowledge.
The ink is my blood that pumps emotion into my papyrus heart.
I am forever tattooed by the ink that can either ruin or transform me. I feel so powerful,
Yet I know a slip of the hand could wound me.
Sometimes, I get holes ripped through me.
I tear because I am not invincible.
I will yellow and fade.
But it is all worth it.
Ink gives me life,
Ink gives me purpose.
And I am just a simple page.
Miranda Dorsey ’18
17