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Void Between Worlds by Vaishnavi Jagadeeswaran

Vaishnavi Jagadeeswaran is the 2019 winner for the Shakespeare Selfie student writing challenge in the Grade 7 to 9 category.

2019 winner: Grade 7 to 9 category

Vaishnavi Jagadeeswaran is a 12-year-old student from Oakville, Ont. (Submitted by Vaishnavi Jagadeeswaran)

Vaishnavi Jagadeeswaran the Grade 7 to 9 winner of the 2019 Shakespeare Selfie Student Writing Challenge. This annual writing competition challenges students to write a soliloquy or monologue in the voice of a Shakespearean character based on a prominent news, pop culture or current affairs event from the last year (April 2018 to April 2019).

Read the work of the 2019 Shakespeare Selfie finalists.

Jagadeeswaran, who attends Pilgrim Wood Public School in Oakville, Ont., wrote about the G1 geomagnetic storm that enabled aurora borealis to be visible in southern Canada from the perspective of Twelfth Night's Feste.


As sunny noon fades unto the shroud of eve,
One dost lack the haste to leave.
Day, and the skylark jolly,
Give turn to the nightingale, and night without folly.

As it so sweetly sings,
The veil of darkness slowly brings,
Light, in sheets, across the sky, 
Ribbons dancing, on the fly.

Darkness, that people usually shun,
Brings forth a beauty, newly begun.
A moment spent, in its glory,
As it tells us all its story.

The sky itself, as a stage,
For this cannot be writ on page.
The actors are colours, for one to see,
In colours of periwinkle, grass, and sunlit sea.

Vibrant against the endless dark,
In imagery are whispers, therefore, hark.
Oh, what a beauteous and lovely scene!
Although it is one not commonly seen.

Soaring o'er the Earth, so fast,
Surely this view, cannot much longer last?
Prancing about, a performance enjoyed,
In our frailty, and with our cores, we have been toyed.

The lights take their leave, as comes the morrow,
Thou art too late, and submerged in sorrow.
Cometh again, on a different date,
And in faith, hope that it aligns with fate.

And as through the night, comes the morn,
Thou art standing there, forlorn.
'Till a glimmer catches thine eye,
A sparkle, a shimmer, of how now and goodbye.

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