SpineOut : October - November 2018
Pain gently descends like Dawn fog Expected; But still unfamiliar. And like the distant mountain Hidden amongst the mist. You fade from view. Through the mist comes The chill Of a goodbye; A coldness once lost In the warmth of our love. The single word Echoes From you to me; Soon becoming a Howling scream, That dissonant note Begging for me To hold on to you, A request I comply to Much too late. Soon the fog becomes A curtain An ending call For this loving play. And like the actor on That stage, And I, the lone audience, We bide our end. Spine Out NOVEMBER DECEMBER 2018 Chaeyeon Year 10 Ravenswood School for Girls Gordon NSW POETRY UNNAMED HOW WE SAY GOODBYE 5:48 a.m. Alarm rings me. Bluish light awakens me. I see the birds, asleep. And yet the people, Awake.
August - September 2018