The Lost Girl
She is running
through these Endless meadows
a blue ribbon in Her hair
that seems to fly as She runs
Her laughter echoing as
I run after Her
following Her silhouette
My blue ribbon dangling
as it tries to fly
like it once did
My eyes meet Hers that are
filled with so much
Wonder
Naiveté
Her heart
Unscarred
Unafraid
it’s hard to believe
that I was once like Her
when My eyes are
Lifeless
Hopeless
My heart with
scars that know fear
My breathing is fast
and I know My legs
won’t hold much longer
but I run after Her
reaching for Her
to catch Her
but I Can’t
I know
I Can’t
the Light
Disappears
when I touch it
Fingertips staining it
the color of shadows
the Girl still runs away
still laughing
to Her it’s just a
Game of chase
She runs and I try to catch Her
to Her it doesn’t matter
if I Lose
We can play again
but it’s not that simple
if only if it could be
that simple
I look into Her eyes
and know that those eyes
Can’t see My tears
Her heart
knows nothing
and is content
with not knowing
why was I ever content
with not knowing?
My boiling anger
gives Me a boost
and I run faster
heart beating like a drum
hand outstretched
I have Her now—
and then I hesitate
if I am angry then
why do I chase Her at all?
why do I want to return again?
and in that moment
My hand slips and I miss
fingers hooking onto something
it is Her ribbon
that rested in the hair
that mirrors mine
I stop running and grasp it
desperately
even though I know
that nothing will go back to the way it was
if I don’t catch Her
even though I know
I can never catch Her
because Time Can’t be Reversed
She will always Win
and I will always
Lose
I watch as She gets farther
and farther away from Me
as darkness surrounds Me
again
but the ribbon is glowing weakly
a dim light in the dark
reminding me of why
I chase Her
so I start running again
after the Girl who runs ahead of Me
Her ribbon in My hand
the Girl who is laughing
the Girl who I had lost
the Girl I once was
Reflection: I wrote this poem based on a character of mine, a girl who wants to be ignorant again because there are things she wishes she didn’t know, but hates herself for not knowing these things when she was younger at the same time. I made the girl the narrator is chasing and the blue ribbon symbols of this theme. I used the character as the speaker, stanzas in order to show the reader which thoughts went with what, and line breaks to create rhythm.
Fireflies
On the summer night
When the moon is full
and the stars shine bright
When all is silent
and the time is right
Look out the window
to see a pretty sight
The glowing of the fireflies,
changing dark to light
They’ll put on a show
dancing while in flight
Quickstep, Foxtrot, Waltz,
bringing watchers pure delight
Should you venture out
They’ll dance around you with all their might
So you might stay, for awhile more
They’ll dance ‘till twilight
When they must leave
They’ll say their goodbyes and then take flight
Without a trace, gone by sunrise
But they’ll be back, on a summer night
When the time is right
Reflection: This poem was inspired by the fireflies I saw out my window at night when I went to Atlanta a couple years ago. I had never seen so many fireflies in one place and it was beautiful. I structured my poem more than my other one, which was a nice change, since I usually don’t make my poems rhyme at all. I used rhymes to make it seem light-hearted and to capture the child-like wonder of seeing fireflies. I used a bit of repetition to tie my poem together and I also used end-stopped lines.
The Old Dog
The room is cold and bare and full of dread
A wooden casket, old and worn with years
It’s only company an old dog red
Who loyally remains without any fears
Awaiting patiently his master’s call
His muzzle spotted white like snow with age
His body frail, his eyes can’t see at all
Yet still he’s vigilant despite his age
His master’s kin have left him years ago
His master’s lover found another instead
His master’s allies learned of letting go
His master’s only company when dead
An old dog, eyes all sad, one can discern
Perhaps he knows his master won’t return
Reflection: I wrote this poem based on the painting The Shepherd’s Chief Mourner painted by Edwin Henry Landseer (1802-1873). In the painting, a wooden casket is in the room. However, there is nobody to mourn for the shepherd except for his loyal dog. In the painting, the dog appears to have a sorrowful expression on his face, as if it knows its master will never return. I wanted my sonnet to convey that which is why I wrote the last line in the way I did. I used imagery to describe the dog, the casket and the room. I also used similes to describe things like the dog’s white muzzle. I followed the traditional format of a Shakespearean Sonnet, which was a challenge since I had trouble figuring out when a word was stressed or not when it was only one syllable long. It was also a challenge because I usually write in free verse and this way of restricting the poem was challenging.
Reading Response:
Annabel Lee: By Edgar Allan Poe Response
When I was in third grade, my mom got me a book set of compilations of poems by famous poets such as Robert Frost and Edgar Allan Poe. This was the first time I encountered Edgar Allan Poe and his poem “Annabel Lee”. The book was made for young children and each poem had illustrations and sometimes an explanation on the background or summary of the poem. I remember that I was very afraid of the illustrations in the book for Edgar Allan Poe, and I hid the book (It was a slim book.) between the other books which had more pleasant drawings, such as illustrations of nature on Robert Frost’s. Since I was so afraid and disturbed by the illustrations for Edgar Allan Poe’s poems(it had ghosts, serial killers with twisted smiles, a skeleton ringing a bell), I never really read the poems closely. I remember that a couple had illustrations that were not as disturbing, such as Annabel Lee which had drawings of a couple by the sea, and then just the woman by the sea in another. However, the poem was far too advanced and far too long for me to be determined enough to read the poem. I’m sure if I hadn’t been as lazy or as distracted by the other creepy illustrations, I would have been able to somewhat read it. I went back to the book in eighth grade when we were told to find a heart poem, and I remembered those books, which I hadn’t touched in ages. Then I read Annabel Lee, finally overcoming my fear of those illustrations. And in that moment, I realized that this poem was more than just about a woman and a man being separated(I hadn’t cared to read the footnote that explained what a sepulcher was. Little did I know that it referred to a tomb.) It was much more deeper than that, more eerie, and more tragic than what I initially thought.
At first glance, Annabel Lee may sound like a simple story of a man’s sadness over his lover, Annabel Lee and him becoming separated. However, if you look at Edgar Allan Poe’s word choice very carefully, it can be discerned that there is more to the story. Edgar Allan Poe uses sophisticated vocabulary such as “sepulcher” and “seraphs” which I did not know the meaning of the first time I read the poem. Sepulcher refers to a small room or monument that is usually made of stone, in which a deceased person is laid or buried. This makes the lines “So that her high-born kinsmen came/And bore her away from me/To shut her up in a sepulcher,/In this Kingdom by the sea” make a lot more sense and shows us the true meaning of the poem. Not only was the narrator separated from his lover, Annabel Lee had died. He blames the “seraphs” for doing this, which are angelic beings, or in other words, angels. This creates irony because angels are portrayed to be good and not often the causers of death. Yet, the narrator blames them which led me to believe that the narrator had gone insane. What is even more interesting is that Edgar Allan Poe mentions demons in this line: “Nor the demons down under the sea”. This means he acknowledges that there are demons nearby in this “Kingdom by the sea”, yet he still blames the angels for separating him from his Annabel Lee. Edgar Allan Poe also uses personification in these lines referring to the killers of Annabel Lee: “That the wind came out of the cloud by night,/Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee”. What is interesting is that he personified the wind to make it kill Annabel Lee, which further emphasizes the narrator blaming things for killing her to the point he seems insane.
Edgar Allan Poe also talks about love, “…a love that was more than love—/I and my Annabel Lee;/With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven/Coveted her and me.” It seems he is referring to a perfect love, so perfect that even the angels of heaven are jealous of their love. Once again, this is irony because angels are not the first person you think of when you think of people who would kill someone out of jealousy. He is angry with the angels for killing Annabel Lee and separating them. Yet, in the fifth stanza, the narrator says “And neither the angels in the heaven above,/Nor the demons down under the sea,/Can ever dissever my soul from the soul/Of the beautiful Annabel Lee”. This seems as if he is trying to make it seem like the angels’ actions were futile and they still had the love the narrator talks about in the beginning. Even though Annabel Lee is dead, he still loves her, so much that it seems he kills himself in the very end. The last lines in the last stanza reads: “And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side/Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,/In the sepulcher there by the sea,/In her tomb by the sounding sea.” Since he is lying down in a sepulcher by Annabel Lee, it can only mean that he has died as well. He most likely killed himself because of the fact that he cannot live without her, because of the love that was more than love. In this sense, this type of love is similar to that of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet because both are about love and both lead to one partner’s death that causes the other to kill themselves.
Coming back to this poem was interesting because I understood more about the poem than I did back in third grade. “Annabel Lee” is not just a story of two lovers but of the love they shared and how far one will go in the name of love. The poem shows that love is a powerful force, and it can even make you go insane if you let it. The tragedy of this poem is that the narrator’s love for Annabel Lee drove him to kill himself, so he could be with her. It is almost as if the one he loved most caused his death in the end. That also makes this poem eerie because in the entire poem, the narrator is almost saying that his entire life is Annabel Lee, and if she is dead, then he must die as well. Now I realize that although Annabel Lee had the least frightening drawings in the book out of all of the poems, it is actually one of the eeriest and more tragic of them all.