Bridges
Image by Lauren Nagy
Two towers lie on either side,
And most will only get one.
The middlers just slip off the cliff
For none will half-accept them.
The deep ravine, a break between,
A fault of desperation,
Awaits the plunge of tender tongues
Misplaced in conversation.
Well, what we need, I do decree,
Is some kind of foundation,
The stuff obtained, I do ordain,
From both sides’ supplication.
The sturdy wood, intentions good,
Will bridge the gap between us,
And neutered gladiators can
Say nothing to demean us,
For bridges built by heart and hand
Can only reconvene us.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
