2006 School Magazine

Creations

Extinct

Grandpa The shrivelled hand clutched me my eyes opened wide watering the strength of the grasp surprised me the nails were cold and hard transparent from the water they had just been in I could feel the like animal hide worn too much to be worn anymore the grip relaxed the hands flopped down like a willow tree I sighed and smiled as my grandpa hugged me wrinkles of the wet tough, brown skin

presence Of the heat Nose snuffling Pause Succulents Consumed My eyes Turn up to the Shade above Their lids Fall gently Thud Hoof-mark

Then My forlorn cries Ricochet As a human claw Spears me to a rock Bullets wisp about My husk But I am Moist with blood Dead Fur ridden with Dust Sun warming, Crusting My pink skin I bask I hop Floating gently In the surreal

Fur Moist with blood Stripes A wet-soil black Melding into my Dry-mustard coat Camouflaged I prowl the lonely night Stiff tail held boldly I bound I snare Wallaby speared On my claws Triumph, Like my blood Soon to fall, Inundates My muscular form

Lisa Drummond (8M)

Winner, Mary Alexis Macmillan Prize for Year 8, 2006

Co-curricular

Lisa Drummond (8M)

Freedom She was standing Unconcernedly inattentive, Scissors in sheath Of glue Eyes stared

Hair, stray Loosely Careless Carefree Careful As it becomes A wild cat Fleeing from All attempts to be Tamed By fluorescent ties She too Longed to be free Of sombre classroom Where they Snickered Bickered Smiled

Worried At her forlorn attempts To be like others But she was bound By fluorescent ties Which held her To the ground She stared At the ceiling That was where She wanted to be. Free.

Glazed At grey Stained, Pot-holed Ceiling, Bleached with ignorance

Lisa Drummond (8M)

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Br isbane Gir ls Grammar School

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