Junior Secondary

Junior Secondary Junior Secondary

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Olivia CHEN, 12 Hornsby Girls High School HORNSBY NSW Falling, Flying Falling. Air rushing past my ears. A blur of colours in my sight. Dropping to the face of the earth. Eyes dry, mouth closed. Racing against the breath of time. Then stop. Rewind. Up, up into the sky. Up, past the skyscrapers. Up, past the clouds. Not falling. Flying. Judge’s Comment A breathtaking poem with its contrast between falling and flying, and its reversal in the middle. There is much for the reader to contemplate about what is happening here – is this a poem of the magic of rewind, of salvation, or a sadder tale where the rewind signals a release from whatever made the person fall in the first place?

Jasmine DOOLEY, 14 ACADEMY OF MARY IMMACULATE FITZROY VIC Henry's Six Wives Love. I was in His heart For many years. I thought until the end, But now He loves, My friend. Innocence. I do not know Why he wants My death, But forevermore They shall not know The truth. Joy. He truly loves me. He says I bring him joy. But now I must leave And I shall Never return. Beauty. Many girls have it. I obviously do not. He dearly loved my picture, But he does not love Me. Treason. “Traitor!” they cry As I step onto The scaffold To end my life. Who knew That what brought Me here was Love? Freedom. He is gone And I can live freely Until my time Comes.

Jasmine DOOLEY, 14<br />

ACADEMY OF MARY IMMACULATE<br />

FITZROY VIC<br />

Henry's Six Wives<br />

Love.<br />

I was in<br />

His heart<br />

For many years.<br />

I thought until the end,<br />

But now<br />

He loves,<br />

My friend.<br />

Innocence.<br />

I do not know<br />

Why he wants<br />

My death,<br />

But forevermore<br />

They shall not know<br />

The truth.<br />

Joy.<br />

He truly loves me.<br />

He says I bring him joy.<br />

But now I must leave<br />

And I shall<br />

Never return.<br />

Beauty.<br />

Many girls have it.<br />

I obviously do not.<br />

He dearly loved my picture,<br />

But he does not love<br />

Me.<br />

Treason.<br />

“Traitor!” they cry<br />

As I step onto<br />

The scaffold<br />

To end my life.<br />

Who knew<br />

That what brought<br />

Me here was<br />

Love?<br />

Freedom.<br />

He is gone<br />

And I can live freely<br />

Until my time<br />

Comes.

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