Cape May High School - Yam Epac Yearbook (Cape May, NJ)

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18 THE INKWELL PREMONITION Old Angus walked slowly down to the edge of the wharf. It was still day in the interior of the city among the noise and people, but here at the water's edge night had breathed dusk into the lungs of the sky. It seemed that the old fishing boat lolling at the end of the wharf had been yearning for this rim of dusk. Old Angus crept up the gang-plank. The pad-pad-pad of his old and cal- loused feet echoed between the lapping of the swelling ripples. The wind blew his old the captain's hat from his wind-white head along the wooden deck. The sky, out of breath, pulled and puffed the dusk until night had hidden old Angus completely. The old fishing boat sailed toward the horizon with its one occupant. Night broke into a million white pieces of day at the horizon. The pilot wheel alone could paint the figure lean- ing against its back. The still, blue- white face of old Angus looked too de- termined to be the face of a dead man, but old Angus was dead. -ISABELLE SHAW TWIN DARKNESSES Stiff darkness Stretched taut around the world Like a drum, Sprinkled with millions Of hard bright stars- Not a movement, not a sound. Soft darkness, Flowing gently into cracks Like smoke Around the dead houses, Through the still trees- No pattern, only dimness. -SALLY Dkew

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THICINKVVELL 17 MILADY'S WARDROBE A dainty froek of azure blue Betrimmed with rujfles snowy whites One tiny jewel that golden grew Till it captured all else with its lighty A dinner dress of colors soft Though gorgeous, glittering and alight. It lasts not long-milady goes To don a gown that suits the night. Her evening gown is best of all, Deep black velvet, shadows blue, Alive with shining golden beads That dance about and change their hue Milady also has a dress Of rough dull gray, a gloomy things And when despaired milady weeps- She loves to wear it in the Spring. -BETH RICKER RAZZLE DAZZLE Cupid sells tickets For the razzle dazzle,- It gcfes round and round, Wears you to a frazzle. You get breathless And a little sith- When it sets you down, You buy another quick. -ANN ELDREDGE

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THE INKWELL SEQUENCE Child moon Creeping slowly up the sky, Half hidden in furry clouds Follows wistfully as we skim the ground And the wind runs through her curls. The frogs murmur in waking swamps And the lilacs' dream floats like a mist. Cool moon Soft as dewy petals in the dawn Swims, lazy, up the sky o'er Salty swamps in silver dawn. A breeze fluffs tendrils of her hair And the sweetness of her Hurts me like a turning knife. Lazy moon Golden as proud fall-fever bloom, Treading stately on her velvet, Softens the mystery of wild weird marsh A cool night wind blows into our child s rggynl And she hurries from the garden To cover his plumpness. Shrunken moon Plodding heavily up the sky Tinting withered stalks with grey silver, Peers pity down-a bent quaint marz- l climb alone, remembering- Dead trees snap with the same Sweeping biting wind that tears my heart. -BETTY DUNLAP