Excitedly, I enter the theater, querkened by the odors of popcorn and other confections.
Eagerly, I patiently wait for the film to begin, quivering in pure anticipation.
Eventually, the film begins; the quaint, aquatic pictures captivate me with colors.
Enraptured, I watch the quizzical, beautiful film of Finding Nemo intently.
Estranged from reality, I became immersed with the film’s quality.
Extravagant, the film drew me into a quixotic stupor.
Extremely hilarious, I laughed, quaking with utter amusement.
Extraordinary plot, I remained quiet, listening intently.
Enchanted, all my qualms were forgotten.
Executive director from Cape Ann
Extra fact quite pleasing
Extensive quarter connection
Ever quotable
Exquisite
The Elicitor is the literary magazine of Gloucester (MA) High School. Enjoy new work selected by the 2016-2017 editors Julia Johnson and Jillian Oliveira. The Elicitor online is updated every two weeks. Thank you to the Gloucester Education Foundation for financial support.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
A Poem Series by Madeline MacDougal
1
And
I denied
my
self (strangely enough they were your words)
So sensible, so prudent, so witty
But I only ever was
wrong.
2
Piling your awkwardly pitched, pitching syllables was never more difficult,
For the sudden, soft, swiftly spoken syntactically perfect words that were at once
Common plus insignificant--and they were magnificent to hear and so carefully created
But perpetrators of deception that snuck past my shock, circumvented my horror
And I-could-have-stated(But I spoke) only slightly less forward and this made my
Answer a soothing thick envelope (manila and glue) with inside it--
my venom
by accident
3
The best way to sleep
Is turn around every time
You know what you see
4
Every time I seem to be what I could,
I realize, that's what would make it possible
(What it is I'm not sure, but I think of it all of the time)
Never mind what I say--I can speak only nonsense
And
I denied
my
self (strangely enough they were your words)
So sensible, so prudent, so witty
But I only ever was
wrong.
2
Piling your awkwardly pitched, pitching syllables was never more difficult,
For the sudden, soft, swiftly spoken syntactically perfect words that were at once
Common plus insignificant--and they were magnificent to hear and so carefully created
But perpetrators of deception that snuck past my shock, circumvented my horror
And I-could-have-stated(But I spoke) only slightly less forward and this made my
Answer a soothing thick envelope (manila and glue) with inside it--
my venom
by accident
3
The best way to sleep
Is turn around every time
You know what you see
4
Every time I seem to be what I could,
I realize, that's what would make it possible
(What it is I'm not sure, but I think of it all of the time)
Never mind what I say--I can speak only nonsense
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