Article Category: Poems

Stone Soup Magazine
June 2018

By Sophie Nerine

We are in the valley between two mountains coated in blue, like sheep’s wool. It is suffocatingly beautiful, and exhilarating at the same time. A river runs by...

Rolling waves of green blue spume, Soothe my aching feet, Silver specks whiz by against the stone, I look up from the shallow waters, The sky coated in a...

  Magnificence! There is no Screeching. The notes Are pronounced. Mistakes, Nonexistent. The beauty Piercing the ears. The sound Flowing, A...

The howl of the wind The crisp air And the crunching of boots on a bed of snow The brightest white you will ever see The evergreens struggle against the...

I kneel down to the river And say my prayers As I hear the water flowing and rolling I think about how freedom has overgrown The magnificent mud of the...

Frozen Beauty Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind. They bring a sense of happiness to the air. The golden rays of warmth strike onto the fluffy...

Here is a naughty child. He acts like a wild tiger. He sounds like a screeching car. He pretends he is an exploding rocketship. He ate too much sugar before...

Dough spinning like a helicopter blade then toppings tomato sauce, veggies, cheese. It bubbles like hot stew in the oven, it sizzles on the pan. Crunchy as an...

afternoon turns to evening we wait cockatoos call through rustling trees their voices harsh, jeering, even— as though mocking us with their secret...

Soon, creatures will wake up. Soon creatures will go to sleep. Some will not wake up. Owen Sessine, 10Guilford, CT