Soon enough I am going to technically be a published author. Perhaps it’s by a small-time electronic journal that no one has ever heard of, but still. The word “publish” was thrown around in the letter that was sent to me, so I’m counting it.
This is the first poem that I have ever sent into anything like this, and one of the first poems I ever wrote. The teacher who guided me (mostly by forcing me to write said poem) was super pleased and she gave me a wonderful little card that said that she was proud of me and that she was sure it would be the first of many. I am so grateful to her for wanting to work with me and suggesting the independent study, and for pushing me out of my comfort zone in genres.
At the risk of sounding slightly egotistical; it’s wonderful to be recognized for my writing. It gives me validation about being on the right path. Everyone needs a little congratulations now and again.
Here’s the poem, in case you’re interested:
Into the Archive
The endless shelves are lined in boundless lives
Astronomer, astrologer, chemist
Words spring like fountains of eternal youth
Beloved hero, vampire, mystic man
One surviving world twists into the next
Alien, dystopian, the savage
Voices call from the pages, the binding
Siren, banshee, the star in the limelight
Whispering secrets that beg you to bite
Princess, werewolf, the starving villagers
Fingertips dance over spine after spine
Doctor, pianist, the weaver of worlds
Until the digits are caught on the edge
Costumer of the king, witch, and wizard
And with a flick of the eyes change stories
To live in a different life until
The call of other worlds, other vast lives,
Pulls you back into the divine archive.
It will probably change a little based on some suggested edits, but there’s the gist of it.