Window into the Soul

Megan Windsor ‘25

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, which is a statement that I truly believe. In my most recent art portfolio, I have decided to make art about the different kinds of light people have that represent their soul and their growth as a person, including myself. So, for this piece, I made an abstracted painting of my eye and the glow from my soul within it.

Perceptions 2nd

See me as I pluck the crow’s feathers,

string them and wear them, the coverage preferred to a biter,

bare feet make steps soften 

in libraries underground,

and by the lives of centipedes I walk with, I read.

  By the lives of the followers, I don’t swallow my words

and I shout, 

unafraid of them and you.

  See me ripping butterfly bandages off of my knuckles and 

trying,

minding my business as I eat some first-food-in-days,

minding my head coming home,

having caffeine again late at night.

  Water before lying down to rest 

is sweeter than usual after that bitter hand.

I stay formal,

words caressed in silk coats

and dressed in purples and blacks,

fabric sweaty and sticking to my skin,

brushing me like sight

if I had that in more than one eye,

if I had that gift from you

I would have used it.

Skye Reynolds ‘28

This poem expresses anger at being seen, but not recognized. It encompasses the metaphorical expression of me losing control over how I am perceived because of the aggressiveness I direct at the people around me and the way people usually assume I'm emotionless. In writing it and its metaphors, I followed the pattern of giving that discomfort a place, like the library or a house after a long day. It addresses the persons I am most careful with, regarding their views on me, as a second person "you," while speaking of how I feel, regarding the things I do, in a first person "I." I wrote it for my own understanding, to speak to the problem from my own perspective.