Category: Portfolio – Poetry

Inishkea

May the angels light our way tonighton such a desolate island. Where sealsswim up the harbor mouth, birds take flight,and sheep roam in octaves on green fields.Boats offshore watch not us, but wavesthat slap their sterns in a prolonged rock.We’re left to the hills and stones, and cavesthat fall darker and deeper than the loch.No […]

Ian Gualtiere ’27

Leaving

“I’ll text you,” you say as you leave.But we both know you might not. The text thread is on borrowed time,And it may be a miracle that you showed upin the first place. The expiration date has passed,But then you show up again,And it’s like everything is new again. So, you may or may not […]

Grace Batsie ’28

Cave

The room is similar to that of a cave,cold and quiet,but not quite empty,not quite vacant. We string up glowing petals above,the windows stay open,barely a flash, just constant, waning, natural light.A blanket of time, hours go by, warm and safe, the ease is innate. Every item, a friendship crest, the incense holds the memories,the […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

s n o w

s   n       o        w cover me—hide me—when I am overcome with woe              s          n                o                         w comfort me—console me—when I know not where to go       s     n            o                w call me—christen me—with the name which you bestow         s […]

Hanna Boudreau ’28

The Poet’s Plight

I sit before my oaken tableAs oft as I am ableWith pen in hand and paperMy words, never stringing.I try to be a shaper,A song-maker, singing,But inspiration lacks;My purpose comes to naught.I turn to trace my tracks,But I have none begot.Before my oaken table, I sit,Not writing once, not one bit.To me, this is a […]

Benedict Bergeron ’29

Maybe it’s Merlot

The cafe’s website read: Bring in a nonperishable food or a personal care item, we’ll cover half your tab, and we’ll match your donation, item for item. A chance she couldn’t pass up. The girl notices a stain on the cement outside the cafe and wonders where it came from. It could be red wine […]

Riley Londraville ’27

Moonlit Blanket

Fitful night sleep, flitting of birds, they dance like tree ornaments in a cove of blonde light. I watch from my window, the streets are bleak and clean. Will the snow fall as it did last year? My lively breath has been rapid and full of anguish, let me stare at the sky. A glimpse […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

Home Again

When I am away it will start off slowThe soft hum of summer will rise to my windowThe sunlight will fall warm on my bed quiltAnd my decorations will symbolize home in the best way they can With each step I walk I will hope I have a purposeEven though I am alone I know […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

November’s Serenade

Enter the chorus of children; octaves fillthe empty halls of pews. There are no illfeelings towards their parents who missthe show: they work hard and slip a kisshere or two. While we wait for the handsof guardians to praise the tones and bandthat line the walls, the roads are silent.Snowfall dots the lane, but we […]

Ian Gualtiere ’27

Off Season

A home away from home Even when the sun is tender and not hot Even when the darkness is chill Even when the ocean is by itself No human vessels to keep it warm The light travels through the brittle leaves Seeping through branches Reaching me as I stand on the sandy sidewalk Emptiness around […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29