By Irene Kim
The cathedral tapestry in the twilight labyrinth
Breathes dust when I brush my hand against the wall
A lanternfly vessel on driftwood at the tide
Drums its wings like thin paper, struggling not to drown
The compass is a mosaic
of the prism and the aurora
It’s needle trembling, pointing toward a colder wind
Mercury eclipse and sapphire mirage veil the citadel
Its windows are flashing on and off
The orchard blossom is a fossil of velvet and rust
I feel its pulse within me
As if something hidden, waiting to open from the inside.
Irene Kim is a high school student who loves visual art and writing. Her work has been recognized in local exhibitions and school publications. When she’s not drawing or writing, she enjoys reading poetry, walking in the rain, and experimenting with collage. Irene hopes to continue creating work that captures both the quiet and the extraordinary.
