Of John Everett Millais’ painting “Ophelia”
By: Avi
According to Millais
When Ophelia sank
It was summer
A willow sat mourning
A love
A beautiful loss
With her heart was
Breaking floating
Away
The blooms of a crown
Drifted
Beside her
Sighing with a sadness
that sank
the flowers’ petals
Quietly
In the foliage
There was
A song slowly fading
This was
Ophelia drowning
Art by Isiah
Art by Francis
Where I’m From
By: Grayson
I am from books and libraries
Fantasy, and fiction
Myths and mysteries
I am from reading.
I am from Covid
Toilet paper shortages
Virtual school and sleeping in
I am from a time of pandemic.
I am from Indiana
From Michigan Wolverines
I am from sport loving relatives
Non-sport loving relatives
I am from soccer and tennis.
I am from math, algebra, geometry
From science and physics
I am from robotics and coding
Laminating and health
I am from DeLong
I am from foggy mornings
Riding on the bus
BIC on Wednesday
Pickups on Wednesday
I am from buses.
I am unique
I am myself
I will live from this day on
A Poem
By: Crow
It does not rain,
None of the flowers on the windowsills are dying,
The lights do not dim,
Nothing changes.
Nothing.
Life never starts quietly.
But the most terrible thing
About our time on this mortal coil
Is that lives can end
Without so much as a sigh.
There are no victorious bells tolling
No sounds from the grate as it closes
The final chapter in hundreds of books.
No final mourning lament for the alleged great king.
You cannot comprehend the kind of silence
that the squelching of blood on marble makes.
The quiet of one thousand burning souls.
The cacophony of grief and pain.
It all amounts to Unfilled Nothingness.
It feels wrong for the world to be so quiet
For the only acknowledgement of my
Of our victory
To be heard on the blood on which we tread.
The head of all the once greats
May find themselves on a statute in the following years
But they will all find themselves at the mercy
Of one who knows how easy it is to
Take a life.
That is how it has always been.
Since the dawn of time
And long after it’s proverbial sunset.
It’s what happened to me and everyone who dreams
You understand now,
My dearest Daisy.
Why this silence we’ve created is important
For you.
When I die
It will not rain
None of the flowers on the windowsills will be dying,
The lights will not dim,
There will be no victorious bells tolling
No sounds from the grate as it closes
The final chapter in hundreds of books.
No final mourning lament for the Great Queen Aconite
Nothing will change.
Nothing.
Art by Francis
The Teen Advisory Board of the Library is made up of a variety of teens aged 12-18 that meet once a month to discuss all things library. They develop events and curate different displays for the teen lounge. To learn more about TAB information and an application form can be found on the Library website. Visit the Teen Advisory Board application page.
