Senior Secondary

Keep them awake during night
With your cry at them leer
Come now my Raven, come
Judge’s Comment
A strong poem with hypnotic rhythms and effective repetitions. Impressive.
Ben Armstrong
The Hutchins School
SANDY BAY TAS
Under Black Btuff
Under Black Bluff,
Where silent waterfalls of dying cloud,
Plunge between brooding crags that claw at the dusk,
And dissolve into the unyielding forest.
While the precarious tarn rests uneasily,
Taunted by a shifting wind that dances through scrub
And caresses my legs with a deceitful smile.
Under Black Bluff,
Where plants cling like beggars
And conspire with looming walls of green,
Whose disapproving eyes watch from every angle.
Where the sky, abandoned by both night and day,
Is haunted by a melancholy glow,
That fills the dizzy void expanding before me.
Under Black Bluff,
Where the rocky monarch reclines, distant and indifferent;
Surveying his handsome estate,
The unnoticed intruder not worthy of his recognition.
For a moment, confidant of its privacy,
This place transforms, into something
Never meant for a human gaze.
Judge’s Comment
Skilfully written, with a sure, confident use of rhythm
Gavin Beams
Bendigo South East College
STRATHDALE VIC
Morbid Day
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