These poems were inspired by the student-writers' response to a work of art. The writers were challenged to select a work of art that ``spoke'' to them on an imaginative or emotional level and to interpret that art through free verse or rhymed poetry. They were written by students in Joy Clumsky's creative writing class at Lawrence High School.
The Graveyard at Dusk
The river rushing,
The cool tombs,
In the soft moonlight.
The ghostly fog drifts,
Little by little,
Into the graveyard,
And blankets the river rushing
And the cool tombs.
In the distance,
A wolf howls,
Shattering the silence.
The eerie wind blows
Through the old oaks,
Singing a mournful melody.
Sings for people
Parted long ago.
-- Laura Neeley, inspired by ``The Jewish Graveyard,'' by Jacob van Ruisdael
Once There I Sat
Once there I sat upon those beaten hills.
The wind and its chill and the sun with its warmth.
Cast upon my face with all the vigor that they might.
And without a retreat, I stood forward,
And cast my gaze onward over the spreading valley.
Eastward whence the sun had come,
I saw a great ribbon of jeweled sapphire
Down which flowed the waters of the north.
Far beyond, the undulating horizon revealed yet more.
The distant cousins of the those ancient mounds lay silent.
For now, the ice of old had passed,
As had the feet of many men.
Lightly upon this earth these feet had tread,
Yet, I see their prints still, in those of the deer,
And their voices I hear in the racing wind.
Gone they are not, for in these mountains they live.
Once there I sat,
And there they still do.
-- Lucas Adin, inspired from ``Last of the Mohicans''
Before the structuring of language
And the wallpapering of time,
From day to night to day
On this flat plane,
The hooves, paws, and feet
Pushed life into a sleeping world.
Ran with the beasts
With no voice,
To know the live beast,
Running and screaming,
One must his own heart know.
To keep one's heart beating,
One must kill the beast.
The burning fire
Entices the eyes.
Ancient man makes the beast
With man-made devices,
Scratching into earthen walls.
The marks resemble life.
The dead beast returns
Into the heart of a hunter.
-- Isa Kretschmer, inspired by a reindeer painting by a caveman in Font-de-Gaume in France