Millie Yeo Seb Yip GCSE Fine Art

from Cat Among the Pigeons 2022

Sleepers Flora Hannay

You waved goodbye with your rear windscreen wiper as you turned right, into a small suburban street And I flashed my headlights Mind in the mirror and body in the seat I maintained a constant 40 along the A212 I looped around the roundabout I drove down the road I lost you My tire popped But you weren’t really there And I wasn’t really looking I should have bought a spare Will Smithson Lily Devlin

I waved hello to the break down assistance van As it pulled in left, blocking a stranger’s driveway I complained about potholes And I sighed as I drove off, grieving next week’s pay I trudged home at 5 below Thinking of your windscreen I wondered if where I was Was somewhere you had been My house is free I knew you couldn’t be found And I didn’t want to find you yet Maybe I’ll call her round

I waved hello with my car horn early Monday morning As I park backwards, into those narrow bays I slap a friend on the back And check my watch, only five more days I walk at the speed of others They hate it when we’re late I see that road and your exhaust But not your numberplate Drive a mate home? I keep seeing your car I love it’s not unique no worries it’s not far

You waved goodbye with your break lights as the lorry passed Before continuing forward, over that windy incline And I indicated away It’s dark so I have to squint to see the street sign I’ll drive at the speed I want I want to absorb this place This was where we met before With your different unknown face It’s too dark now I’m lost I found you once again But you were not the same I’ll use the satnav then

Dance to the other side

Megan Denton Amelie Doll

‘I know you,’ they say, You watch trembling, You’ve waited for this moment, A fixed point. The voice again: ‘You danced with me for years,’ Notes lingering in the air. It’s not a sinister presence, The unmistakable comfort Of the rasp – A smoker perhaps –The out of tune chords. Your own voice now, You see them listening: ‘Of course I danced, It was you who made me.’

The thing about rain

Rain doesn’t fall in lines It drifts, swirling to the ground Copying snowflakes. It’s strange How we don’t look above us. We miss magic in the stars.

Stare at the stars, waiting for one to fall So you can make a wish. Standing. A crick in your neck, Breath a frosty cloud, Waiting for a star to die. A moment lost in time.

You know those moments, The ones where you feel alive? Flying past, so fast You don’t notice until it’s a memory. It’s what I imagine love to be like. Always floating above the clouds, Above the rain, watching it drift to you.