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Amelia HOSIE, 13 Ravenswood School For Girls GORDON NSW Phantom of the Mountains Far down by Kosciuszko, where menacing mountains soar Above misty tree-clad valleys far below Where the frosty breath of winter whips the slopes with bitter hands And the summits sparkle bright with brilliant snow. In this world of frozen wonders, hidden in the ghostly trees, Striding proudly, with a brave courageous heart, Resides a well-worn traveller, yet with spirit of a youth Skips and prances, where the sunlight meets the dark. A lonely silhouette, illuminated through the trees But blink, and he will swiftly disappear, Blending into speckled shadows, like a mesmerising shade He vanishes into thin and frozen air The phantom of the mountains, a legend of his time, A story neither true nor fantasy For no man has ever seen him, as he never leaves a print Or a tell tale of his path through ancient trees And on occasion, when he breaks out to the stony barren plains Split straight apart by jagged mountains steep His mane, a silken spread upon his velvet ivory side Transforms into a wild gushing sweep Like an alabaster river flowing though the frigid peaks It crests behind him like a fearsome waterfall, And the phantom of the mountains, with a coat of pearly white Sprints faster than the wind through ruthless cold And as the sun sets over mountain tops, calling in another day And the songbirds lay to rest their cheerful songs On a far and distant mountain rears a snowy stallion Then, with the swelling shadows, he is gone. Judge’s Comment A lovely attempt at the ballad form, conjuring a beautiful image of a ghostly brumby. I enjoyed the surprise of realising this traveller was not human, with his truth gradually revealed.
Julia JACOBSON, 13 Moriah College BONDI JUNCTION NSW The Girl Who Wasn't Hungry For breakfast she’s not hungry, for lunch she had a late breakfast and for dinner she was too full from the day. This goes on for days, to weeks, to months, and on, until the wind could blow her away. No one seems to notice, or care at all. Until one day she drops, falls. Suddenly it’s all, When did this happen? When it had been happening all along. Now all that’s left, in a shell of a once bright girl, is bone strings attached to her arms, and cruel thoughts that follow her all day long. Judge’s Comment A stark poem, making good use of sparse images and varied line length to convey the very sad, but important, topic.
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