Senior Secondary
Senior Secondary 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 4
His woollen jumper i hold in my hands. It smells strongly of that herbal tea he used to drink as water. Mint, i used to think it reeked. I cannot comprehend what i have just seen Crowds of morbid faces. the music did not fit the occasion. But alas he claimed it calmed him. So it had been played. The memories of the pond he showed me. My brother caught my first fish there. I never did. So unjust for those who loved him. If he was here he'd scold me for moping, i fold the jumper and leave. Closing the door but never the memories. Judge’s Comment I like the use of detail, building up an image of both the writer and the person lost. Moving and real. Erika Belchamber Urrbrae Agricultural High School NETHERBY SA River The river glitters ahead of me, disappearing, appearing, a magic trick. It is the snake hiding in the grass, if grass was a forest of trees. The bubbling water holds so many secrets. I wonder what it has seen. I wonder what it has been told, by people so desperate they cannot turn to anyone else. Like you. Fish dart beneath my feet, so happy and oblivious of the world that lies beyond their home. I wish to be that carefree again. But there is one thing I must do. I search through my numerous pockets finally finding a box. Made of wood. Filled with ashes. Concealing you from the world and holding you back. 5
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His woollen jumper i hold in my hands.<br />
It smells strongly of that herbal<br />
tea he used to drink as water.<br />
Mint, i used to think it reeked.<br />
I cannot comprehend what i have<br />
just seen<br />
Crowds of morbid faces. the music<br />
did not fit the occasion. But alas he claimed it calmed him.<br />
So it had been played.<br />
The memories of the pond he<br />
showed me.<br />
My brother caught my first fish there.<br />
I never did.<br />
So unjust for those who loved him.<br />
If he was here he'd scold me for moping,<br />
i fold the jumper and leave.<br />
Closing the door but never the memories.<br />
Judge’s Comment<br />
I like the use of detail, building up an image of both the writer and the person lost.<br />
Moving and real.<br />
Erika Belchamber<br />
Urrbrae Agricultural High School<br />
NETHERBY SA<br />
River<br />
The river glitters ahead of me,<br />
disappearing, appearing, a magic trick.<br />
It is the snake hiding in the grass,<br />
if grass was a forest of trees.<br />
The bubbling water holds so many secrets.<br />
I wonder what it has seen.<br />
I wonder what it has been told,<br />
by people so desperate<br />
they cannot turn to anyone else.<br />
Like you.<br />
Fish dart beneath my feet,<br />
so happy and oblivious of the world<br />
that lies beyond their home.<br />
I wish to be that carefree again.<br />
But there is one thing I must do.<br />
I search through my numerous pockets<br />
finally finding a box.<br />
Made of wood. Filled with ashes.<br />
Concealing you from the world<br />
and holding you back.<br />
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