#Dotfest Young Poets – Lucy Cahalin Catherine Moss-Luffrum September 11, 2014 Poetry What does Wordsworth dream of? William blows out the candlelight, no longer illuminating his bedroom The reds, greens and creams no longer alight William drifts into a deep, hazy...
#Dotfest Young Poets – Jessica Walker Catherine Moss-Luffrum September 11, 2014 Poetry The Fawn Bride There is a wedding in full swing on floor G. The bride downstairs, cladded in winter white (stolen from her grandmother’s closet) sways in time to the beat of the drum, in time to her...
#Dotfest Young Poets – Hannah Hodgson Catherine Moss-Luffrum September 11, 2014 Poetry My Mother Always Warned Me My mother always warned me about the fire, The mouth of the dragon in the hearth, The searing heat penetrating my skin, The speckles reminding me of the back of the cheetah...
