Danielle Scott was a beloved Teen Advisory Board member whom we lost to cancer in 2006 at the age of 14. Every October the library and TeenXTreme sponsor a poetry writing contest to honor Danielle and her love of writing.
Contest rules: Teens may enter one poem with a theme of their choice. Entries may be submitted online *HERE* or on standard 8.5" x 11" paper (not to exceed two pages) to any public library by Oct. 31. When submitting online, please select the writing type “Poem” and be sure to include your phone number. Hard copies must be typed. Please include your name, telephone number, grade and school on your entry. Entries are not returnable.
One winner is chosen and awarded a plaque and a monetary prize. Eligibility: All entrants must be in grades 7-12 and either live in or attend school in Mahoning County.
| For winners of our 2014 Blackout Poetry Contest, click here
Outside your window, under your bed,
Down in the cellar behind your closet door,
minds jam-packed with wonder
what lurks in these deep shadows?
A demonic force ready to strike
and all to shield you is a sheet of cotton.
Making sure you have both feet tucked under the cover,
hoping the fiend won’t snatch our frozen toes
and yank you under the mattress.
Every creek and every crack makes you sit up and turn.
Checking to see who is there,
a faceless woman who sits paralyzed.
Your heart skips a beat,
until you realize it is only your shadow.
Now a closet is just a closet,
and a cellar a cellar.
Not a home to a creature of the nameless.
Every creek and crack is now just the loud racket of the furnace.
The shadows sit there,
unable to startle the ones they used to,
And my pondering about what lies within them lessens.
Though still at night when I lay down to sleep,
I can still see the faceless woman from my past,
half way filled with
as wrinkles spring to the skin and technology advances
the echoes confusingly screech, "Hello...hello...hello?"
as the pins create eyes admiring
as wrinkles become more vivid and technology expands
the echoes are now desperate for attention
as the pins grow tired of looking out
they now only focus on
passed up by the thought of
left, right, left...
forgetting about Miss Mary Mac
standing back facing reality
I look at the memories that built up
but I realize it's only a
2011 Danielle Scott Memorial Poetry Contest winner Amelia Manenti, Canfield Village Middle School