High school poets gathered in the Pebble Gallery at Featherstone Center for the Arts to read their work on Wednesday, April 6. It was the culmination of the second annual Promising Young Poets of Martha’s Vineyard Contest.
Sponsored by West Tisbury poet laureate Fan Ogilvie, the Martha’s Vineyard Writers Residency, and Pathways Projects Institutes, the contest is open to all Island high school students and home-schooled students of high school age. This years winners were Jess Dupon, a senior at the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School (MVPCS), and freshman Claudia Taylor, junior Lizzie Kelleher, and senior Jordan Wallace from the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School (MVRHS). MVPCS sophomore Oscar Thompson and MVRHS junior Truda Silberstein were runners up.
“Most great poets start in high school,” said Ms. Ogilvie, who both organized the contest and judged the applicants along with Justen Ahren. She proposed the idea of a poetry contest at a MVRHS English department meeting in 2009 and asked teachers to inform their students of the opportunity to share their work with the community.
“I am trying to bring the focus on poetry to young people,” Ms. Ogilvie said. “It is often a quiet, hidden art form that people don’t get recognition for.”
‘”We were glad to have the chance to support [the contest],” MVRHS English teacher David Wilson said. Students were able to apply between October of 2010 and March of 2011 for this year’s contest.
In selecting winners and runners up, Ms. Ogilvie and Mr. Ahren looked for tactics such as word choice and use of figurative language, as well as the expression of individuality through experimentation and the exploration of feelings that add to a poem’s intensity.
“It was just a pleasure to read these applications and to know that poetry is alive and well in the hearts of young people,” Ms. Ogilvie said. “They seem born to do it: they use their own form and their own voice right from the starting point.”
Each student recited between two and five poems at Featherstone. Whether this was their first or second year in the running, their confidence seemed to grow with the positive reactions from the audience. The poems’ subject matter ranged from fights with siblings to love, from traveling to being home on the Island, and an array of other experiences from their earliest memories to their current adolescence.
“I write to celebrate life, and to justify it,” Jordan said.
“I’m so glad to have had this opportunity because I’ve always been shy about my writing,” said Truda, who had only shared her work with other classmates and teachers prior to the contest. “I was nervous at first, but it was very fulfilling to share my poems.”
After the readings, the poets were rewarded with cash prizes, journals, and poetry books. Featherstone provided refreshments while audience members congratulated the poets. “I loved watching everyone read. It was a gorgeous event, and everyone has huge talent,” said Truda’s father Charlie Silberstein.
“This contest isn’t about being published or getting prizes,” Ms. Ogilvie said. “It’s about the sense that you can make something out of nothing. That’s what I found in these young poets. They took stuff from their lives and made something out of it.”
Ms. Ogilvie plans to continue the contest in years to come with hopes of encouraging more students to apply and that high school teachers will put more of an emphasis on the contest in their classes. “I want to remind everyone to read, read, read, and keep writing,” she said to the poets. “Just know that not only are we behind you, but the Island is as well.”
Fizz
by Claudia Taylor
I am fourteen
and my
heart
is morphing
into a
violent bird
that flutters
in my ribcage
I have been
punctuated,
analyzed,
shut in the closet,
and then
kissed there
and on the couch
and quieted
by lips
and quieted
by noise and quieted
by fear. Is it too
much? I am only 96
pounds of matter, only
capable of sustaining
x bottles of wine and
y boyfriends
(I should not have
told you I am only
96 pounds;
the Vogue model scouts
will hunt me down now.)
So,
I am retaining.
(Retreating.)
I am sealing my lips
with wax
(which will crack
in a few years),
I am sewing my mouth
together and
closing myself up and
that way no one will
kiss me or stick a bitter
cigarette between my
teeth and I will
make my pen do the
talking and I will
keep
my secrets to myself.
Destroy them Forever
by Jess Dupon
i want to wear my sweatpants,
the ones i wear when i’m feeling wasted and lonely.
the ones i fall asleep in,
while the spoonful of comfort falls on the sheets
and trash television flickers pointlessly
creating shadows on the wall.
i want to wear my sweatpants,
the ones with the stains.
the ones that hold all the truth,
all the ugliness of my personality, the ones that have seen me
through my bad times.
i want to wear my sweatpants,
my ugly, ugly sweatpants
when I’m with you.
i want you to tell me
i look beautiful
i want you
to kiss me.
i want you to rip them off.
i want you to destroy them forever.
i want you to be the reason
i don’t need them anymore.
Monarch of Nothing
by Jordan Wallace
the monarch butterfly
flies sporadically
weeping over the slaughtered field
searching endlessly
for a nonexistent perch
to alight upon
and mourn
