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FIRST PLACE The Littlest Hand

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This article was published 31/12/2014 (2787 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

FIRST PLACE

The Littlest Hand

By Suchot Sunday

I take down all the clocks at night

can’t sleep when I hear time passing

when you were away

the clocks stayed down

put to bed in drawers

blankets muffled their mouths

I watched foreign films

dismayed when you returned

and did not float toward me on clouded feet

you want a clock in each room

like to hear the tic-tic-tic

it soothes and lulls

makes you think of how long you have loved me

and how long there is still left to go

Suchot Sunday is the first-place winner of the 2014 poetry writing contest sponsored by the Winnipeg Free Press and the Writers’ Collective of Manitoba.

 

SECOND PLACE

Wrecked

By Lindsey Childs

Here on the lakeshore, A rusted chunk of hull, half eaten away, coughed up after decades in the muddy darkness.

A bramble of rusted mattresses embrace the beleaguered remains of a boiler.

The broken shards of china plates, once so well cared for now litter the shallows like porcelain bones.

The battered horn of a gramophone juts out of the sand, plays windy dirges over the Lake, past the milky eyes like quartz that watch from below the waves.

 

Lindsey Childs is the second-place winner of the 2014 poetry writing contest sponsored by the Winnipeg Free Press and the Writers’ Collective of Manitoba.

 

THIRD PLACE

The Moon

By Edna Lee

Now this is just a sonnet to the moon, That lonely fellow in a crowded sky, Who sees the many stars go sailing by.

He wishes he could sing a little tune, And thus attract a maiden star to swoon.

It matters not should that poor fellow try, He’d not succeed, and there’s a reason why He’d surely fail if he decides to croon.

The stars all speak a language of their own, They clique together, and they dare not pause To speak to one so lonely and unknown, And disobey the strict unwritten laws.

Therefore poor moon must always be alone, And never quite make out or know the cause.

 

Edna Lee is the third-place winner of the 2014 poetry writing contest sponsored by the Winnipeg Free Press and the Writers’ Collective of Manitoba.

History

Updated on Wednesday, December 31, 2014 11:13 AM CST: Correct name of poem is Wrecked.

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