Page 9 - The Muse 2021

Queen Bee
There she was
Superstar through my eyes Shining like a diamond Beauty to anyone who sees
Comparison was the real dispute
She, Unique like a lily in a field of daisies Girls aspiring to be her
Me, I was batting my wings faster Wanting to be part of her realm
Hard to accompany she was
Careful for everyone watching
I think all is well, until she remembers, That I, am just a commoner in HER empire
Affection is out of the question
I am a napkin, after one use I’m gone
-Alice Araujo de Abreu, Grade 7
Judges’ Award Blue Ribbon
Olivia Bueno, Grade 8
Words for a Poem
Words for a poem inside a treasure chest shoved in my brain.
Stuck like a prisoner with a ball and a chain.
Like an ancient animal frozen in ice or a grainy flavor contained in a pod of rice. Words locked in a deep dark room.
With an author’s writing, the light that helps it go through.
Syllables of words swimming in a cold blue ocean and an author’s writing is the little boat that keeps them floating.
Words are little fresh vegetables sinking in a large, warm soup.
Words are the small, icy scales of an ice cream scoop.
An abundance of words, like leaves flying in the air in chilly, fall weather. Syllables of words are like the little stitches of a fuzzy, warm sweater.
Now the words are coming together, like birds of a flock and are swimming freely through the stanzas like colorful fish under
a dock.
The words that were locked in the treasure chest wouldn’t budge with a knock, but a finished poem was the key to the lock.
-Ramiro Jamil Perez, Grade 7
Blue Ribbon
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