Hannah Herriot

Dec 2015

ellie

Her hand in mine, fingers interlocking in a position that seems so natural to us now. In the heat of summer they stick, our palms sticky from sweat as the sun beats down. But I don't mind, as long as her hand is in mine.

Her smile as she laughs at one of my stupid jokes, and I smile back. My arm round her waist as we cuddle up in the warmth of my bed, outside the trees turn all shades of autumn and slowly deposit leaves onto my driveway. But it's okay, as long as next to me she lays.

Her cheeks, rosy from the cool of the air as we lay together under the stars. I gently wrap my scarf around her neck, shivering a little at my own loss of warmth. But I don't care, as long as it is my clothes she wears.

Her eyes, fluttering peacefully as she naps next to me. It has been months apart, so much lost time for us to make up. She shifts, sleepily curling up against my body. My arm is crooked at an angle so I can play with her hair. But I don't mind, as long as she is just fine.

i dont show it often enough but she means the world to me. whatever i have to do, i dont mind as long as she is happy

#love #girl #happy #relationship #girlfriend #lgbt #ldr

Hannah Herriot Dec 2015

Daliah

She looks like a lion without a mane,
except she’s very tame.

She doesn't bite but,
she puts up a fight.
She’ll claw,
and pounce,
maybe even hiss.

Once she accepts you as a friend
not foe.
She’ll cuddle and purr,
lick and drool.

Give her food and
she’ll love you forever.

feels like a brand new fleece coat,
sounds like a constant chirping bird,
except she’s a cat
and she says “meow”.

When she runs
she looks like a tumbleweed in the wind
like a big ball of orange fur
that accentuates sunshine and fire at dusk.

I guess that
she’s fierce because
her whiskers entale that
she is wise and a prowler
ready to scowl.

Hannah Herriot Dec 2015

Untitled

I am from the wall,
from the generation of iPhones and makeup.
I am from the tight spaces.

I am from the mountains,
the cold clear skies.

I am from the long hikes
and green eyes, from the Herriot’s
and the Denno’s.

I am from the morning pancakes
and the late night board games.
From follow your dreams
and there are no monsters under the bed.

I am from the heavens.
I’m from New Hampshire and Vermont,
PB&J's and Mac and cheese.

From the parents’ divorce,
the Christmas mornings filled with eggnog,
and the birthday’s of grandma and grandpa.

I am from
home.

Dec 2015

Anna Eaton

DOLPHINIAN

Roar goes the waves on a hot summer day,
calm as the breeze that floats away,
I splash in and out as the current floats by my eyes,
and I feel the movement of things passing by,
I swim very fast to the oceans deep scares to the kind open place of the corals deep lairs,
My heart starts to calm as I reach my sweet home,
where the Dolphinians roam.
In the place where all of the coral reef's cage.
And the waters release there unbeatable rage.
Where none can be saved from the depth of the gloom no Dolphinians light can revive the dead's rule,
all around movements scarce,
no sense of life will share a glance,
no feeling of free is a choice in this sea the home of the Dolphinians is no place to be,
since it happens to be in my fantasy.

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