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Horizon 2017
Plucking at Heartstrings
Plucking at heartstrings,
Testing the muscles that hold them.
Bringing down your bow
To reap just slivers of music.
Silverlinings that glimmer along the edges of clouds,
Mere drips of melody, mere flickers of that golden light. Fingers dance and eyes shimmer
With an age old luminant that drives the heart to beat faster. With motion and fervor,
Without a note lost of place,
You are plucking at heartstrings,
Testing the muscles that hold them.
Even the strongest souls
Fall to your deep and lost chords.
Even hearts clenched so tightly that not a beat escapes Are freed by the softest lilt of a melody.
Blisters on your fingers and a crook in your neck,
You are plucking at heartstrings,
Testing the muscles that hold them.
Alyssa Lyzzini ’18
Cracked
Of all the words to swim through the mind,
The thoughts and memories mashed and muddled Into one long stream of being,
The boulder that rises above the stream,
Firmly parting the depths,
Could only ever be the first “I hate you.”
Not the tidings of our younger days
When we’d trail around the backyard blooms, Laughing over some unspoken joke between us. Neither could it be the “I hate you”s after that,
When our throats had cracked and insults were tossed, And the river between us had long since run dry.
No, none of those.
The start of that hatred, the resentment you
Spat from your lips and crackled in your eyes as You unleashed your feelings from behind the dam, It entranced me, replayed within me,
Until I was no longer myself, but instead,
A shadow of hatred,
Never escaping the burning thought of you.
Apologies now pour down and soothe the flames of my heart, And the endless future awaits us,
A fresh stream yet to be tainted
By the foolishness of our souls.
But, even when you smile at me,
Or our gazes lock in familiarity,
That first incident sizzles
From the poorly sealed crack in the dam: “I hate you.”
Jessica Merolla ’17
I am The Lord of Light
Do not fear the shadows.
For the shadows, they are mine. They twist and flicker in the darkness Under my decree.
Do not fear the shadows. Their lives belong to me. To relinquish your shadow Is to abandon me.
Do not fear the shadows.
They may frighten you in the dark, but I need not protect you
From my own identity.
Danielle Krakovsky ’18
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