Spring 2010 - The Silhouette Literary and Art Magazine - emcvt

Thoughts from Brooke
“Last year as a freshman four of my new best friends and I borrowed a
car and drove down to the New River to star gaze. Since it was only
early spring we brought a ton of blankets to snuggle up in and stay
warm. We stayed until early morning talking, laughing, and relishing
our independence and friendship. This night was one of my very
favorite memories of my freshman year, and I wanted to capture it in a
poem so I could always remember it. I named the poem Sliver
because the fingernail moon was only a sliver in the sky, and my friends
and I felt like only a miniscule sliver in the universe.
“
Sliver
Brooke Reynolds
Sky stretched out before us
like heaven’s art project,
sprinkled with handfuls of silver glitter
and a pasted paper moon.
Girls huddled together
squirming, giggling, snuggling, teasing,
and chattering on a blanket.
River rushing by in too much of a hurry
to stop and mingle, leaving us
with only a passing gurgle of hello.
Spring teasing
the cool night air with soft breezes
and playful pockets of warm currents
embracing youthful skin.
Backs to the grass, eyes to the stars,
fingers intertwined like wisteria vines.
Hearts and minds soaring up, floating
until adrift among the palette of stars,
which held secrets of life, ramblings
of thoughts, and our energy,
so fresh and raw that freshman year.
Peaceful quiet settling
over the night, hushing bodies
into a quiet, rhythmic hum.
Sending rays of contentment,
simple and pure, echoing
throughout the universe.
Feeling smaller than ever before,
yet never more empowered by the vastness
of that sky.
It was just us.
Beneath the blankets,
beneath the trees,
beneath the stars.
Five heads connecting
in the middle of the fleece,
forming
our own earth-bound star.
Poetry Editor’s Choice
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