[the gulls, in frenzy] by Lulu Priddy

Congratulations to Lulu Priddy for winning first place in The Scripps College Journal Writing Contest with this poem!
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The gulls, in frenzy,
struck kaleidoscope patterns
above the sunken nulls.
The grass was swollen,
near roll and reigning.
None ever round,
yet so stole and drunk and ballooning
that green became king,
recasting galaxies to colder places.
Noon snickered at the oval dew drops
and the evenings were sipped on
as if the elixir
of low sun and dragonflies were eternal.
Time was so foolish
almost as foolish as the temperature
and those moons.
The big moon showing off its hills.
There are hills here too:
of strawberries and edelweiss
of sage and an eerie wind.

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Lulu Priddy is a first year at Scripps College and is from New York City. She loves to write, specifically poetry, as well as work in visual art. She often crosses over the two mediums to create work that includes language and drawing or painting. Most of her work explores sound, color, and other abstract themes that involve the senses. In June of 2016 she published a chapbook of poetry entitled “Swallow, Low” with a press in Brooklyn, NY and plans to continue writing throughout her time in Claremont and onwards.