A poem by Robyn Yelverton McKiernan, age 15, Dublin
Art does not come from a machine, which has never seen
A human hand, cramped and covered in ink
A machine cannot begin to comprehend, even think
A machine, which can never possess
A human’s heart, a human’s mind, a human’s soul
From an almost whimsical beginning, these verses on wishing to overcome mortality grow lyrical and deeply moving
A poem by Clodagh Maye, age 16, Co Kilkenny
Two sonnets absorb with calm clarity a boy’s anguish at his mother’s loss
The moon becomes the witty image of an isolated and contemptuously neglected elderly relation
A landscape of illusory peace is depicted just before the guns of battle reach it in the first world war
The arrival of AI is a chance to remind kids that the joy of creativity is not in what you made, but in the process of making it
