Linda Goldfinch
by Skylar D'Angiolillo As the lone organ played The blackbirds swayed During the nephews eulogy. Rustling feathers did not turn away. The goldfinch sang A song of her last Wednesday. But to the quail, the organ groaned. And the priest began to drone As the quail chittered at the postponed decay. And as the blackbirds huddled; The rhythm of their thoughts becoming more muddled, As one presented the quail with the last spiritual bouquet. Skylar is Senior Class President, and has been a member of Epiphany for the past four years. She enjoys writing and performing poetry in her free time.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
June 2020
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