ivy, by Helen Hernandez
it’s like it’s hiding something.
darkness crouches
under the green leaves
catching the sun with their
veined hands
turning their faces upward
to the light, a carpet
resting on a mattress
of purple dark
waxy and smooth
it seems to smile
showing the sky their chlorophyll
they reach, branch, ladder
themselves up
on the brick pillars
like a green snake
climbing to the sun
that it will never touch
Helen Hernandez is an aspiring author in ninth grade. She likes to write both poetry and prose. Her writing focuses on identity, nature, and being who you are. She also enjoys art and reading.
— Helen Hernandez
