Viking Call

Upper Merion High's Student Newspaper

Saloni Mehta

Art & Poetry

RE: if You Were

If you were the sputtering engine that drags on some more,that drags me along for fun and games, that tells me to be me and makes me feel special. If you were that spark that shines in the sky,that lives…

Creative

New and Old, Old and New

In freshman year, I opened a new tube of toothpaste.It was minty and fresh and just as everyone knew it.Seven days a week, twice a day, two to three minutes. In freshman year, I opened the door to a building…

Art & Poetry

Hidden Life

In it goes I spoke with my enemies and foes. They croak and soak their eyes in bellows of smoke And out comes… stark white bellows of smoke. I gasp in imperfectly concealed mockery Of the expected nature of danger…

Indefinite Rainbow

A rainbow always follows a storm,  And wind always flitters through the grass Happiness, it brings, and a sign, they say, of joy,  But only on windy days. A rainbow always follows a storm, And butterflies twinkle in the sky,…

A Reflection on One Season

The green of the summer feels so forlorn, The orange of the fall waves hello. The too long season of the past years croaks, As we wait for the end of the winter’s snow. The orange of the fall waves…

Leap Home

The hollow vase tips right over The purple cushion that falls right over The marble bridge I cross right over To reach the cattails by the pond. But the way there is long, Though I’m sure I can make it…

Dragonflies and Bluebirds

Supposing that the droplets fall once more, And the orange emblem shimmers once less, Bluebirds will refuse to eagerly soar, And incorrectly will the sights progress. Once accompanied by friends: walks alone. Feathers that bonded, all fallen apart. Swallowed from…

A Child’s Feat

Glitter falls down from the clouds, In resemblance to soft white cotton balls. The hill tumbles downward to meet the worn street. The house on the hill Like the unwavering white of the ground, Stands straight and strong like the…

Maybe Someday

Nimbly padding against the diaspora of fallen autumnal colors, a small creature strolled through the late evening streets. Preparing for the foreboding deep sleep was always a hassle, but considering the rough, snowy conditions of the white winter, it was…

October 11

From across the seas, The balloons drift at the shores, Muddled together. Red, orange, yellow. Special in its own bright light. Green, blue, violet. Colors in-between. Black, brown, white, pink, and lots more, All unique in the shared sky.