Poetry

Winning Submissions

Winner: “Minnesota Headline 2018: Undocumented Immigrants Follow a Perilous Path to Canada” by Deborah Rasmussen

Honorable Mention: “Bird Called Memory” by Hannah Fordice

 

MINNESOTA HEADLINE 2018:

UNDOCUMENTED IMMIGRANTS FOLLOW A PERILOUS PATH TO CANADA 

By Deborah Rasmussen

Winner, Poetry

 

On this winter night

cornfields lie quiet.

Trees keep their own counsel

as do watchful deer.

Hidden bears shift uneasily, roused

by desperate footsteps

skirting their dens.

Birds whisper their own tales

of perilous flight.

Rabbits, squirrels take cover,

mindful of what it means

to be hunted

 

and displaced people

pick their way through

frozen wilderness

hopeful

that rescue resides

in the shadows ahead

certain

that they have no choice

but to sieve the dark

for an invisible line that links

one country to the next.

Tonight

only a careless snowfall

betrays their passage,

capturing footprints

the migrants must leave behind

 

abandoned

along with everything else.

 

BIRD CALLED MEMORY

By Hannah Fordice

Honorable Mention, Poetry

 

I woke this morning in the blue and grey

To find a small wings shadow over me

And it would not go, though try I may

That little bird called memory

 

So still and silent in bed I lay

In hope my horror it wouldn’t see

And decide for a long time to stay

To feed upon my desperate plea

 

But no quiet would loud enough be

No morning sky tempting dawn hues

To stop the wing beat over me

That clouds mind with grotesque muse

 

Chirps of misfortune pierce the ears

A song of bitter endings bellowed from high

His mourning song draws old tears

His ghastly shadow ever hanging by

 

Hurry, hurry son from over the east

To free poor souls of the black bird

The ever lurking, flying beast

Terror that need not be seen but heard

 

One, two, three rays of purest light

Come glaring forth in radiant play

Send the screeching dark into the night

To return on the morrows grey

 

Freedom found at mornings break

Such relief that I fell down to my knee

Gasping for breath, clean air to take

Gone is the little bird called memory

Advertisements