2013 Adult Poetry Contest: Winners Announced
Congratulations to the winners of the 13th Annual Armchair Poets Contest!
First Place - Amy Beveridge
(In memory of Heather, Jeremy, and Wendy)
I imagine you
On the bleachers
In a cotton tunic and leggings –
Black dots on white
White dots on black-
A clash to my irises, Orange-blond page-boy,
Peach-cream skin, pointed chin,
O-negative upper lip arched
To a high-flying ‘M’.
You pulse, your
Crossed leg a metronome.
Steady voice –
You’re eighth-hour gym,
You’re gone. But still,
I imagine you there on the bleachers
Your dad brought us your shoes -
Not the ones you were
Wearing, a pair you could
Have worn Christmas Eve,
On Easter, to a cousin’s wedding.
He asked us to follow you.
Everywhere you walked I
Followed that first month.
I sat East to your West
In Biology, the empty chairs
A curving yellow line between
You- your brown bobbing head
Filled with questions we
Didn’t know to ask, about
Mitochondria, the endocrine system,
And me, undecided about everything.
Leaves turned. A break came.
I flew over while they
Drove you under – a disturbance
Climactic to our little community,
Raining roads wet with our tears.
You knew it wasn’t well with our souls.
But we sang anyway
To comfort a man holding shoes.
Me looking at
You looking out
The window of a
Red car down at
Second Place - Caitlyn Ridenour
A Song of Spring
A menacing calm to still the heart
The world waits for heaven to part
The moment of silence waiting to fall
The rain must wait for thunder’s call
But darkening clouds hasten the night
The heart of the storm swallows the light
The wild beast of fear has come
For hands be cold and heart struck dumb
Lightning strikes the sky in two
And clouds boil like witches’ brew
Thunder shakes the earth and bone
All is shivered, even stone
Rain falls in sheets like ice
Drops scatter like frightened mice
But even night must come to an end
And light returns as a long lost friend
The clouds have fled the coming day
Be gone dull shades of black and gray
The frightful storm at last is spent
Now giving way to spring’s sweet scent
A hint of green to grace the trees
The winds of night no more than a breeze
The earth is clean and bright again
From mountaintop to wooded glen
Though night be long and darkness cold
Spring mornings come in shades of gold
Third Place - Pam Rider
Where I’m From
I am from Ganges 5 Pts, from Fried Apples, homemade biscuits
and Black Raspberry Cobbler.
I am from the Honeysuckle vine on a back dirt road, the rosebush
flower beds and hummingbird feeders.
I am from Black Bologna Gravy and Pontoon Houseboats, from
Hershel and Carol and Mom maw and Pop paw, I am from
Grandma Sampson’s back porch swing.
I am from the Kentucky Coalmine and C W Transport.
From Truth or Consequences and Let’s Make a Deal. From “tell
the truth” and “study hard”.
I am from Southern Freewill Baptist radio singing on a Sunday
afternoon and Country Music Smoky Mountain Rain from 101.3
W N C O.
I am from Mansfield and Athens, Carmel Apples, Popcorn balls,
and Cinnamon Rock candy. I am from Santa Sand Tarts and
coffee cake . . . . Grandma’s pancakes and Mom maws green
From Coolville Hollers, the cold winter mornings, the smell of
wood burners and coal stoves. The old outhouse by the barn.
I am from Aunt Kate’s tiny chicken and Uncle Chuck’s “Hello
Darlin’ ”. From Uncle Rick’s “Penny” and Brenda’s Indians. From
Uncle Benny and Aunt Marge’s ponies swimming in the pond.
I am from Grandma’s quilts, catching lightning bugs and kicking
the can. From Steal the Bacon and Easter snow igloos.
I am from the Mifflin Dam and New Smyrna Beach. I am from
Crestview Football Season. I’m from Hershel and Carol.