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The Silent Snow Globe On My Shelf

March 24, 2023
By MaybeMarlees BRONZE, Villa Hills, Kentucky
MaybeMarlees BRONZE, Villa Hills, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"Well. I'm not a poet, I'm just a woman." - Amy March (Little Women)


I treasure the memories of that summer like a child would gawk over a snowglobe.

The memories themselves are perfectly preserved in pictures in my mind, forever frozen in the moment

Still from time to time with the simple flick of a wrist, I’ll shake the snow

And once again that summer sun will glow


That year I made it my resolution to shed my hard, protective shell 

To not blend into the background like a pitiful pastel

And by the time the May wind whispered secrets of the summer season to come

I could smile to the mirror at the bold butterfly I had become

The sun shone a spotlight just for me

And as I passed extended did the branches of the olive tree

Peace so accomplished it could never be a reality


But when the sky begins to cloud

And your ears pick up on that familiar thunder sound

All bark no bite is a foolish thought

But above the idea, I was not

I stood there with faith, patience, and time

Even as the hound’s low growl unsteadied those knobby knees of mine

To this day bite marks I find

“To hope is to risk, to dream is to lie” those wounds a bitter remind

These picnic days like a pretty peach left out to dry

And dry it will until it’s so bruised it wouldn’t be worth a dime


I was Icarus, my wax wings set alight

I started my descent into the churning sea without a fight

I had finally become the prey of the beasts that go bump in the night

I hauled back up into my cocoon with my fright

The shadows distorted and surrounded my sight

All of my might, all of my empty alrights,

The familiar searing pain of a bite

Infected my mind like a parasite


But when there’s a will, there’s a way

I searched and squandered for the light of the day

I navigated the labyrinth it’s wall barren and gray

Until that hollow feeling slipped away

In the black sky I spotted Artemis’s moon as she fly high

Like a sudden downpour on a town previously bone dry

I found the beautiful song hidden in the frogs’ hoarse croak

I found the poem engraved in nature’s oak

I found the daylight the darkness had cloaked

Once again the sun shone down her light just for me

Now even at the darkest hour twinkling stars are all I see


And when the snowflakes flurry close to the ground

And the thought of shadows no longer makes my heart pound

I place the snow globe back down

Reminisce over one last oceanic sound

For that message will always stick around

Light in the dark places is what I had found


The author's comments:

The Silent Snow Globe On My Shelf was written by a 13 year old Marlee Moore. The poem discusses my 7th grade summer, the entire two months before I started my treacherous, dreaded, adolescent ruled 8th grade year. The poem details how I spent my 7th grade year starting to take chances and open up to others. That bravery made my summer an interesting one like I'd never experienced before. I spent the days giggling and gossiping, bright eyed and freckle faced, but the nights were empty, abandoned, and bitterly cold. I was faced with the news of my childhood pet, who I've had since I was one years old, being sick with cancer. The days felt electrified and promising but in those nights I have never experienced such utter loneliness. I was surrounded by friends but had never felt so alone. My salt and pepper furred friend sadly passed in October, and since the entire summer of 2021 has lined my tongue with a bittersweet taste. It was a summer that marked a brand new Marlee, the start of something great, someone bold, who showed no fear, but that same fearless girl spent every night begging that my dog would get better. It was my last summer with Gracie that marked a new era of my life.


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