Prosody - North Shore Country Day

Prosody is an online collection of North Shore students' visual and written work. It is curated by a group of upper school students and will be updated throughout the year.

Layla Lewis, Grade 4, Simplicity Defined

Brynn Riley, Grade 5, Oil Pastel Pumpkin

The following poem was written on the subject of habitat fragmentation

I Am Looking At An Island

I am looking at an island,
not surrounded by water
but a cathedral of woods

Thinned colonnades and cracked entablatures
A sunken nave, balding forest tile
The ylem of this holy field, lost to
lawnmowers and golf carts

I am looking at a funeral,
undead seedlings and
unlived experiences

Scattered bluebells ring, tuned to an uncommon scale
Heavenly plains, earthly angels
And the coragyps preach a certain hymn,
requiem, a dying wish

I am looking at a wedding
Soon to be unbound, belayed vows
Rings of emerald, a desert for love

Not a single tree on this island
Isn’t land and isn’t oasis and once Jerusalem
Soccer balls and sidewalks,
Stumped skyscrapers and slumped skies

We’ll keep this promised land in our prayers

Jealousy is a Weed

Jealousy is a weed
that grows between the cracks
of cemented pavement

It peeks out
disturbing the beauty
of untouched perfection

No reason for existence
serves no purpose
but to eat away

Jealousy is a weed
that grows within hearts
of white gold

Sunshowers

It sunshowers
when the hourglass freezes
the last grain of sand
on the edge between life and death

A meadow of memory
is cloaked in the warm glow
of a never-ending twilight
on the edge between life and death

I was too fast, the world too slow
leaving whirling silhouettes in my wake,
but now I stand
on the edge between life and death

When the rain starts to fall
the cool droplets wash away
a river of tears and regret
on the edge between life and death

As I lay down in the meadow
and close my eyes
the sunshowers take me away
from the edge between life and death