To the Caged Barn Owl, II I had thought you clean and blameless, Blindly cast you as the shameless Victim of baseless derision, Gaped at in your iron prison, Left unromantic and nameless. I assumed your capture aimless. Cruelly kept, they watched you regress, Innocence made heavy laden, I had thought. But perhaps your pale and stainless Pose is but the greatest offense. What if you have earned your dungeon? Donned the darkness of a damson, Not been spotless in your deeds as I had thought. Kyrielle #1 I realize that I am lost And, as such, paid the greatest cost. I trust too well what I can see, O God, be merciful to me. I must be in, not of, this world. Temptation left my mind impearled, I chased that empty gleam blindly. O God, be merciful to me. I have refused you to your face, Then run in fear from my disgrace, And still believed myself worthy. O God, be merciful to me. Lauren E. Fields: I am a twenty-year-old student originally hailing from St. Louis, Missouri. I now reside in Cambridge, where I attend Harvard University as a rising junior at the College. I have been writing poetry since I was six years old, and have, over that substantial period of time, gone down many roads and explored many modes of expression with my poetry. I was just recently published in the current issue of Literary Laundry. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.