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2013 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

Black Coffee for Breakfast? by Ellie Burton (5-17 Yrs. Winner)

in the beginning, when water washed your earth,
our pantheon was hung out to dry, parched then pontificated
‘woman’ is her name because she was taken out of man
cooed mark and matthew so soft, now don’t fight
papa grande is here, mourn right

bleating like a foghorn, silence says
I’m older than plastic forks and linoleum flowers,
than pink candy stoves and sinks that bubble like gum
, and behind the cloud’s tissue depressions
she hides her green-eyed indiscretions

and the artists said we’ve got you all figured out
because delilah cut his hair and salome cut his head
it’s whorticulture, we can weed pick and prune
hand him the secateurs, hand him the scythe
he’ll make you a wife

I’m backready and backbroken she entreats
you’re bloodset and bonedumb he replies
if from womb to tomb my apples fall only towards you,
my gossamer dress soiled, can my flaking bones lie beside yours,
will you bury me in chores?

beetroot stains my hands in Iscariot red
a little water clears us of this deed, so prescribe me a penance
my tears by your feet (on my knees) should atone
an absolution in white, mary me and you’ll be anointed
tie the knot and you’re appointed

black coffee for breakfast my sweet? your habit since infantry
for with fists of irons i can only poach eggs,
sunny side up, ripe and pert we’ll butter your cups
we’ll take you hand-me-down man
and you can take us at your command

then you’re second to one my darling, he’ll croon
remember you’re only a star if there’s aniseed
but first pillboxes suit you, it’s your shape your fit!
so wait, lie in salt (it only stings a little) cure like meat
as long as you’re fresh you’re not obsolete

again the sun is two hours late
sullied and diluted by the prison yard concrete of clouds
smoked like lapsang, behind his fat cigar
i waited up, feathered and downed the splintering dust
i glad-wrapped lunches and cut your crust

when you’re sick of the inner city squalor, tired of exhaust
I’ve made a nest of asbestos and anesthetic
with sweet bethesda, we can inoculate into apathy
betadine for cuts and bicarbonate for stings
watch fumbling fingers tie apron strings

and when we’re melting by your fire,
or just you and l and the bougainvillea sunset
(it’ll only give a rash you say, pretty in pink)
we’ll chase sorrow back to her damask lair
we’ll rip the rose ribbons out of her hair

so now I’ve saccharine starched your shirts and soles
o darlings, come home sweet home
into hibernation, you poor hares,
poor greymen who whisper like parrots
and sleep like wine

asleep by half past nine

My Dad is an Alcoholic by Melanie Gilchrist (Open Age)

Ipswich Grammar School by School ()

Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Broderick Family Award – 14-15 Years

Queensland Times Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years