This week the young Viking writers were challenged with writing quickfire similes after reading “Like a Simile” by Mark Cox. They partnered up and did a quick surrealist writing exercise then were asked to write a stanza using their odd linguistic discovery as the starting off point. I am so proud of these adventurous writers.
“Poem” by Sherie M.
I walked home quiet like something evil was coming the more time passed the more pleasant I became. Started to feel all my senses and focus on them when there was nothing left to distract me. My mouth was dry as cotton balls, seeing the snow, a mountain peak white from traces of green grass beneath it. Hearing whistles of wind, loud and grand in size like a pine tree. My hands dry and crackly until I use my hand lotion, the color of Bavarian cream.
“Hunted” by Sofia S.
Sat at home like a last breath.
Staring at the door like a hunted rabbit.
My chest feels like a broken down car.
The tools are in my spider-infested basement
like a treasure trove.
UNTOUCHABLE.
It all drips down like country redwood.
Shards of glass from the plate I dropped
like pointy stars across my kitchen floor.
“Bone White” by Gracen A.
My heart jumped like
my cat dying under my couch.
Once so soft, so full, so warm.
Lounging in the sun
atop the high counter–
where you were once so proud
now cold and barren
how I miss your risky pouncing
and butting things breakable onto the floor.
On the floor I’d rather find
my possessions once whole.
Than your heavy body.
White as bones.
Where to you leaped
full of hope
the impact unbeknownst to you.
Well, I don’t have a cat
but I do have a heart
that once leapt at anything warm
and sure. The darkness seems promising
but I’ve only known the light.
“The Color That Goes Unnoticed” by Louie B.
Marlboro blue
is beautiful
as a flower that stands alone in a
garden
it
reminds me
of
the house that sat on a hill
like an old newspaper.
Alone, yes.
But
cheated in its own beauty.
