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The Elysian Muse

Youth literary magazine

The Elysian Muse

Photography by Silja Pietilä, 17, Finland

Photography by Safia Henniche, 16, Boston

Dear Readers and Contributors,

 

I would like to take the opportunity to personally thank you all for the continuous love and support, especially through the pandemic. In just under 6 months, we’ve come so far; the magazine has been featured on Publish YOUth Writing and Poets & Writers, and the editorial team reached a whooping milestone of 400+ Advice Articles written! As we continue grow our global outreach, we’ve published over 280 creators from 25 U.S. States, 25 countries, and 6 continents across the world! 

 

It’s been a pleasure growing this community over the past three years, so I know I speak for the entire editorial board when I say we hold this magazine and our contributors close to our heart. It takes a tremendous amount of research and effort to manage the magazine, which is why we're so thankful for all of your support. We encourage you to share our publications and Advice Articles to help our other young creators who may be interested in pursuing their craft.

 

Cheers,

Lori Khadse

Founder, Nonfiction Editor in Chief

The Elysian Muse Youth Literary Magazine

Editors' Choice Works

 

Cerulean

Written by Jiah

 

his smile was cerulean.
like the sea stretching far ahead; teasing the edge
of the world, ready to tip off and shower the galaxy in a
tantalizing wash of breathlessness.
he was deep like that; the sea.
the more you sink the more the surface concaves,
swirling in salty foam and pulling heartbeats down under.
he was like a jolt of neon electricity spasming through the waves
deadly, yet one can’t help but be infatuated with the burn;
the excruciating pain that licks all over like a tongue of hydrogenous flare.
melting from flames, freezing from adam’s ale; how sensual.
he was blue like the sky, embodied on land but the sky nonetheless
a striking shade of pantone indicolite;
pool of uncharted silver, waiting for someone to take a taste.
all one wants is a mere dip of the toe: insignificant
testing the temperature, a tedious trek away from the shore.
yet in a blink of the eye, there they are, floating in a weighted abyss.
electrified water lapping at their lower lash line;
ready for the swim of a lifetime.
he was like that; cerulean.

 

 

 

Jiah is quite the tangled set of colorful strings. Being from a polluted metro city in India and having only two months left to turn 16, her hours are mostly crammed with studies, the scent of books, hours and hours of music and creating poetry. She breaths literature and is looking forward to incorporating it into her career in the near future!