1998 School Magazine

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PIANIST

CAT

As the fingers run like lightning over the keys, people stare, awestruck, feeling the intensifying heat radiating from the notes

Gliriunering green Slit by the black oblivion of your pupil The hunter lies in wait A gun nose smells the weakness of the opposition As claws slide across the trigger You murderous bastard, Basking in the sun As your ears twitched in anticipation. Your serenity is a plague An opaque mousetrap grin Hides the imprisoned behind the locked jaw I can hear their short gasps of breath as your nostrils flare Hello monster They will never' escape, your thoughts, Only the spies and decoys Who filter through your eyes and confuse me

Mid-bar, the pianist stops, her fingers buzzing from the electric current running through her, from ivory keys which do not conduct electricity

by LOUISE COTTONE 9 err:ff*'tb

(Lo"ise'spoems were shortl, stedfor tbe Doffs Tow"sew4 VCr"her B"rs", 7/@r 1997)

Oh Cheshire Cat, grin as you may, But I can hear your tail thrashing.

FlipPY

by KA. TE DEL MAR Z2 Liner

Wet from the soaking rain, hungry from the exhausting work, melancholy from no love, searching in the dark for warmth Light breaks through the blackness A child's voice, like an angel calling, beckoning her' to the diy haven Inside, the cat, proud, LinlOving, moves over to the fire, knowing nothing but coinfort. MLiddy boots at the CIOor, the puppy cringes, ten}eitibering the pain, of a life withoLit love

VIOIJN

The bow smacks the string, and in a cloud of rosin, the player closes his eyes against the restrictions, of the music in front of him, and creates a world of ills own.

The bow leaps off the strino at the final chord, as if it were possessed The violinist blushes at the applaLise, and shuffles off the stage

by LOUISE COTTONE 9 G, ^ff'ith

by LOUISE COTTONE 9 G, ,:@'ith

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