Author: Angela Prendergast

Angela Prendergast is a 24-year-old sister, daughter, friend, lover of writing and recent college graduate. She studied English Education at Millersville University of Pennsylvania. Throughout her four years of college, she fell in love with the art of writing and the power of words. As a way to express her powerful emotions, she began privately writing prose poems in her writer's notebook. After gaining confidence and realizing that her thoughts could help others, she decided to publish her poems in a collection. In her completed book, her poems provide young adults with relatable themes in a world, categorized by highs and lows, that is constantly changing.
Creative Writing, Dickinson, poetry, Writing

November 1, 2019

Angela Prendergast

Conscious

I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –

The silence of the morning

loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –

As the first breath filled my lungs.

 

The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne

Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long

For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure

 

Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—

held pressure to me

The window soon cleared –

And I could finally see.

 

-Angela Prendergast.

Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson. 

Creative Writing, poetry, Writing

Autumnal Aesthetics

Angela Prendergast

 

Gratified – all glory to autumnal aesthetics

For lilac skies, milky cream clouds, hot cider

For burning leaves that crunch, crinkle, clashing their consonances in

the wind.

For round, peeping hollows gleaming, glittering, carved in fright

Their purpose known to those who admire, sharing the story of the steady night

 

Maroons, browns, rich in chocolate allure

Delight, dazzling fire burning – ignite

Beauty in the decayed, when things fall to their end

Praise Autumn!

 

love, poetry, Writing

July 18, 2019

Angela Prendergast

Lancaster Nights

By: Angela Prendergast

Have I told you?

Those Lancaster nights changed me.

The boy in the red mustang —

You knew I grew to hate that car —

Proved more interesting

than stories

of running through cemeteries

to escape trouble

 

A well-behaved, class act

disguised under flat brim hats and endless “swagger”

A sweet smile;

a flood light in the rain

More thrilling than nights spent in deafening, crowded corners of the dullest, dingy downtown bars.

 

You, by far, were my biggest jump to safety–

Colliding with expectations and dreams

Becoming reality

Thank you for remaining steady in my most uncertain moments.

 

-Your Angel.