Tower and Town, April 2025 (view the full edition)
Two Poems
The Fluttering of a Butterfly
A wisp of a thread that twines through the future,
My actions are a growing vine through a tree.
If I could see what I cause
And cause what I see.
When my life results in the change of another,
The wither of a friend,
The bloom of a lover,
The questions of a child and the laugh of another.
Like a scream that rings forever,
But its echoes alter each time.
How do I know the impacts of my choices?
Do I care for the aftermath of my life?
The pressing of a button
Could match a dream pair.
But if it hurts instead
Should we care?
The fluttering of a butterfly,
Could cause great storms.
My words alone,
Could change it all.
Sophie O.
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Witch!
Inspired by a trip to 'Wicked'
blithe smile, lithe limb,
i sit here with green skin
but envy is not my colour.
gold hair, gently curled,
i sit here with darker locks
and my stomach starts to twirl
when i am seen. their faces drop.
i've stopped wishing. i never dream.
roses and pearls? more like cherries and cream.
your green is my black
my black is my pride.
Millie A.
| Sophie O, Millie A
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