Glass Trail--By: Margaret Lee

Glass Trail

By Margaret Lee

I walk on two bare feet
Down a winding trail
It is paved with shards of glass

My heels are bloodied
Each toe is sliced, torn, and raw
And my stride is abbreviate and agonizing

My struggle will go unnoticed
For emotions are dormant
This hides my pain well

I inch inch INCH forward
The nausia increases as I hear
Each blade of glass pierce my flesh

I wince
And continue
Right
Left
Right
Left

Imperfect Love--By: Joy Evans

Imperfect Love

A look from his eyes, A smile completely
A gaze so deep Turned upside down
It makes the mind wander But, she misses
Calm like sleep having him around
So persistent, He wants his place back
He doesn’t give up Inside her thoughts
Once he’s seen what he wants She runs back
That’s enough. To his net to be caught

A word from his mouth, A person she’s never seen
Stirs her heart Before stands before her
He watches her falling His walk, his talk,
From the start Smirk and laugh unfamiliar
Definitely determined, His true colors painted
He doesn’t stop Brightly on every wall
But…she has her heart Suddenly…
In a safe deposit box No one there to catch her fall.

An evening from his time,
Makes up her mind
She had never met
A sweet soul so kind
Truly an Adonis,
Did he ever have to try?
The sounds from his lips
Could not be lies…

A stolen kiss,
Escapes with her air
When she needs someone
He’s always there
She knows that
She has found something good
They bettered each other
Whenever they could

A feeling of jealousy
Creeps into the room
Trouble comes along
Always too soon
All the girls flirt with him,
It seems more and more
But, she brushes her feelings
Sadly to the floor

By: Joy Evans

A King--By: Joy Evans

A King

This humble man has power in his hands
He asks when he could easily demand
Viewing his life through a clear perspective
His mirror of faith tall and reflective

Following wise footsteps in thick sand
Trying so hard to be the perfect man
Father, Surgeon, Attorney or Pastor
Helping to resolve any issue faster

A caring spirit and calm soul
Unconditional love filling any holes
Never the loudest in the room, yet full of strength
His thoughtfulness has no measurable length

A glowing model in the fading midst
Every aspiration arranged on a list
Climbing mountains to find his desires
His drive and ambition do not expire

An Adonis leading humble and brave
He knows the true One who can save
Bandits hoping to steal his secret
But, he is determined to keep it

Until the long waited time is right
He must continue the two-sided fight.

By: Joy Evans

A Queen--By: Joy Evans

This Woman holds her head high
Lifted towards the heavenly sky
Focused on what lies ahead
Remembering what the Father said

Listening and learning from her own life
Dreaming of becoming the ideal wife
Mother, Doctor, Lawyer or Teacher
There for those who truly need her

A kind disposition and gentle heart
She paints her spoken words like art
Sometimes quiet, but always paying attention
Not weighing heavily what causes dissension

A shining example in a dull world
A sophisticated beauty not simply a girl
Reaching for her dreams hands stretched wide
If everything is taken, she still has pride

An angel dancing light and free
She walks the path to her destiny
Pirates too often ready to steal her treasure
Failing no matter their tactic or measure

Keeping her focus and future grasped tight
Her goals constantly in plain sight.

By: Joy Evans

What is the Saracen?

The Saracen Literary Journal is a collection of creative works from Hampton University's most gifted writers. The Journal includes both fiction and non-fiction--in the literary forms of poetry, short stories, and essays. We take pride in our production of Journals that reveal the talents of unrecognized literary genius, and we thoroughly enjoy editing and reading the submissions that we receive. In addition to compiling a journal for mass production, we also host Writing Workshops where up and coming poets and writers are able to not only share their work with a receptive public, but they too are able to receive constructive criticism from the participating audience. Generally, the Saracen Literary Journal makes it possible for the students and faculty of Hampton University to participate in a communal literary experience, outside of the classroom.

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