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

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20 THE INKXVI-Il.I. Sparkling glass Of shy red wine, You are a knighfs Velvet cloak, A king's majesty, A nun's reverent silence- A sip of quality. -SA1,l,v Dru-:w CHAMPAGNE F rolicking silver They race up the side Of the crystal liquid. Each clambers into the air, Then bursts from sheer happiness -EMMY Lou Yosw- PRAYER TO A TRAFFIC LIGHT Light of my fondest elrrams, Stay thy sweet green. Change not to amber, That caution that's seen, Nor to eyeblinding red Atrocious in sheen. Stay-oh stay!-lovely light, .lust thy sweet green! -RUTH SA1'Tr:knu,n

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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

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THE INKWELL AFTER THE JAPANESE The moon is molten sil-ver, Its refleetions golden fishes. In the spring lWen's hearts, as well as the rain, flre soft. The white house seen clearly from my window Is turning blue with the azure smoke of evening. A blunted bright moon drips silver From her clipped points- It falls in stars into my garden pool. -BETTY DUNLAP