WRAPPERS Meeting

The next get together of the WRAPPERS is this Friday, 2nd May, from 5:30 - 7 pm. If you are a teen who likes to read and meet other teens join us at Paraparaumu Library on Friday.

Answer A Question and Win!

What kind of reader are you? Do you usually finish one book before you start another or do you have several books on the go at once. Complete the form below to go into the prize draw (open to Kapiti District residents only). The winner will be drawn at the next Wrappers meeting on Friday 2nd May.
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Moon Girl by Eve

Enjoy this beautiful poem written by Eve - and comments are welcome.

Moon Girl

She walks above the distant land

Amidst the scattered stars

A silver, sad silhouette

A fleeting figure from afar

Where once she danced with comets

The moonlight in her hair

Now a captive, crushed and cursed

The moon she has to bear

On bended knee she hugs the moon

And seems for a moment to pray

For courage, for strength, for fortitude

To turn the night into day

She heaves the moon upon her back

Slim muscles start to quiver

The shining, shimmering silver orb

Soon it starts to shiver

Destiny, fate, cruel curse ne’er broken

She stumbles alone through the sky

Her eternal quest to carry the moon

Out of sight before morning is nigh.

Frail hands clenched she staggers forth

Bearing her burden on

Pale feet bruised, cut by the stars

She wonders why the night is so long.

She falters, her breath comes in glittering gasps

Shattered shards of pain fall from her eyes

From shaking shoulders the burden is lifted

And so, the moon sets, ‘for sun’s rise

But though the morn is now on its way

The rosy blush of dawn here

Droplets of diamonds linger still in the sky

The path of the Moon Girl's tears

Illusory Light by Gem

The following poem was written by Gem and it's great to have the first poem, and especially the first original poem, published on The Wrap. How do you interpret the poem? Gem had a theme in mind as she wrote the poem but acknowledges that the words are open to interpretation. She is interested to know how you interpret the poem and what you think it's about so please leave a comment. 

Illusory Light

Pounds, pounds, as you reach for the wine,
A stroke in the darkness of this shadowing reminiscence.
That old static crackling up your spine,
 Round and round does the record evanescence.
Hot, cold, purple, sweat.
Dry, crisp, colder, damp.

Cough, cough, the Illusory Light’s embers
Whilst caught in that hollow you and you alone asked 
In one black-white-sepia November,
“This way or that way, to be part of the cast?” 

A crowd of tailored suits and clinking glasses 
Feast the Illusory Light on fat cigars and prophetic drawl. 
Swirling tendrils of smoke ascend from hierarchical stances 
And you watch as the main man’s gleaming watch falls 
Unnoticed, ticking, ticking,
Darker, Greater; long live the King of The Mountain. 

The gaggle of low-back dressed women and black gloved hands 
You would say each bare a part in your ruin, in the blame, 
But the Illusory Light has been let in and you will never lose its brand.
Desire, lust, greed, promise; my friend you were merely prey in its game.

The Wrappers Recommend

Books discussed, liked and recommended at the April Wrappers meeting: 

• The Morning Gift by Eva Ibbotson 
• Tisha by Anne Hobbs 
• The Bridge by Jane Higgins (NZ author) 
• The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson 
• Emerald Star by Jacqueline Wilson 
• The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
•  Matched by Ally Condie