By Annie Newcomer:
Shanyu is a 16-year-old poet and an absolute food connoisseur. He had three of his poems published in an anthology called The Afternoon Stars and was twice acknowledged by the poetry society of the UK for the Foyle Young Poets of the Year award. Poetry goes side by side with his love for the culinary arts. He has contributed to several food stories featuring his own fine-dining and modern-classic dishes.
We reached out to Shanyu to ask about his poems and inspirations.
FP: How and when did you come to Poetry?
S: I guess it was poetry that came to me first. I had this habit of writing down new words every day and was asked to write a poem using as many as I could for an assignment. It was two years back. I have continued writing ever since, faced several writer's blocks, and here I am. It was this poetry workshop that I took with the California Institute of Arts this summer that has really helped me redefine the boundaries of my poetry.
FP: What do you hope a poet will take away from your poems?
S: I write random musings that do not follow a certain theme, but I make sure to have really measured rhythm and imagery. I think a poet will take away that for sure. I just hate it when poems don't follow a rhythm, especially long free verses. My poetry mostly reflects that, rhyme and rhythm. I also hope they take back a different perspective at the end of the day. We are so rigid in our ways of seeing the world that we completely overlook how beautiful something can be from a slightly different perspective. Not that all of my poems offer the best perspective, but a different one, I hope.
Ode to the Moon
The raven spread its wings,
Across Stygian of the night,
The cerulean frothed elixirs black,
The wind was but a wight.
Eyes met in swoon,
And that cloudy new moon night,
I swear I saw the moon.
Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,
Silver runs into the ink,
The wind ever so caresses me,
But I cannot sleep a wink.