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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.
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.
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.