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2014 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

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

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

History Rewritten by Ella Fox-Martens (First Prize)

Theseus, I imagine, would have sailed home
to the riotous stamp of feet on pavement, to the bright slashes of flags 
breaking the air in reckless, blind adoration.

Gold would have been poured down on him,
women would have slunk up to his palace in the dead of night, 
breathless and dizzy,
their easy laughter beckoning him into bed.
The stars would have bowed down in defeat, touching their light 
to the cold ground,
the gods staring in reluctant, rough admiration 
as the fires in the city burned as fierce 
as any Olympus night.

And I imagine that Theseus himself
would have sat in his father’s chair-
empty mind and broken spine, 
the music echoing in hollow bursts around that grand 
marble hall-
and known exactly 
what Midas felt like.

And they say Ariadne fell in love
the moment the boat brushed the shore.
That she looked at the girl
who seemed like a man, 
and lost her heart to the blue of his eyes,
to the tender way the sun grazed his (her?) skin.
And I think that he must have known,
must have played the princess like
a lute,
plucking all the right strings,
crooning the perfect harmonies.

(we forget he would be nothing
without a ball of twine)

So she whispered in his ear the way to kill a monster,
and he whispered back a beautiful 
fragile promise, 
which she took for truth.

I do not think of Theseus slaughtering 
the Minotaur, I do not think of
little boys hacking at each other
with wooden swords,
calling his name like a medal slung 
around their necks.
Many songs have been sung
about the width of his shoulders,
and the courage in his beating heart,
the way his sword sunk into
the flesh of a sad, lonely animal,
who never learned to be anything
except for what he was taught.

I do not think of the history that
calls him a hero, a saint,
a miracle,
or the glorified bloody terror
of what happened in the
brutal twists and turns of that labyrinth.

I think instead,
of the people Theseus 
ruined, left behind,
the lives he broke between his hands
as if they meant nothing more
than the ants he crushed underfoot.
He took threads he had no right to
and tangled them together into 
a painful ragged mess.

And how can he be a hero
if he shattered hearts,
if he was so careless that his own father
hurled himself down into a ferocious,
merciless ocean,
that body falling, falling, legs thrashing, 
his crown toppling 
into icy waves.

If he left the woman that saved him,
simply because she wasn’t beautiful?

And I hope that as the years passed him by
like sand slipping through his fingertips,
he would have found himself dreaming of her;
his ugly princess searching the blank sea 
for a boat that would never return.

That he would have woken up with her name 
on his breath and his stomach flooding with cold, 


The Cry of an African Heart by Erica Emms (Second Place)

A Heart’s Desire by Dylan Burgess (Third Place)

The Beauty within the Beast by Vegini Krishnamoorthy (Highly Commended)

Who Dies in the End? by Sara Suk-Udom (Highly Commended)

Old Man Winter by Emile Regano (Highly Commended)

The Race by Darcie Smith (Highly Commended)

Here We Stand Side by Side by Erica Emms (Highly Commended)

I Forgive You by Erica Emms (Highly Commended)

Yggdrasil by Simone Engele (Highly Commended)

The Lady Who Went for Afternoon Walks in High Heels by Emily Parker (Highly Commended)

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years