Irises

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
September/October 2016

By Caroline Smyth

Every day I am reborn
as something

new.

I am a prim cherry blossom,

a sleek flying fish,

a youthful scholar

I am everything all at once;
a savory dash of powdery cinnamon,
a sprig of scorched chard.

I am the pulse of the air
I inhale,
I am one of seven billion

Homo sapiens.

But no matter

what or

who

I am, I will always gaze at our world of

infinity

from behind the same gleaming obsidian pupils,
the same shining chestnut irises.

Irises Caroline Smyth

Caroline Smyth, 12
Raleigh, North Carolina

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2 Comments
 
  1. Lily August 27, 2016 at 10:30 am Reply

    This is incredible! You really put everything in perspective through your writing. Great job!

  2. Charles A Penn September 25, 2016 at 1:20 pm Reply

    Fantastic, Caroline; keep writing girl!

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