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Poem creates shadow of success for student

February 7, 2013
By Kathleen Palumbo , Town Crier correspondent

Having more than successfully taken on the assignment of her Canfield Village Middle School teacher, eighth-grader Erin Jones was recently named the winner of the Public Library of Youngstown and Mahoning County's Danielle Scott Memorial Poetry Contest.

CVMS teacher Melissa Meese said that her students were assigned to compose a poem demonstrating diction, figurative language, and sensory details to create a mood. Because publication is required as the final phase in the writing process, the library contest was one of the students' options. The contest is sponsored by the library's TeenXTreme program and honors the late Teen Advisory board member and her love of writing.

John Waller of the library's teen program, visited CVMS to present Erin with a plaque and monetary award for her award-winning poem, "The Shadow."

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John Waller, right, of the library’s TeenXTreme program, presents Village Middle School eighth-grader Erin Jones with a plaque and monetary award for her poem, “The Shadow.”

"The Shadow"

Outside your window, under your bed,

Down in the cellar behind your closet door,

minds jam-packed with wonder

what lurks in these deep shadows?

A demonic force ready to strike

and all to shield you is a sheet of cotton.

Making sure you have both feet tucked under the cover,

hoping the fiend won't snatch our frozen toes

and yank you under the mattress.

Every creek and every crack makes you sit up and turn.

Checking to see who is there,

a faceless woman who sits paralyzed.

Your heart skips a beat,

until you realize it is only your shadow.

Now a closet is just a closet,

and a cellar a cellar.

Not a home to a creature of the nameless.

Every creek and crack is now just the loud racket of the furnace.

The shadows sit there,

unable to startle the ones they used to,

And my pondering about what lies within them lessens.

Though still at night when I lay down to sleep,

I can still see the faceless woman from my past,

Watching me.

 
 

 

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