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2015 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

Kestrel by Brynnie Angharad Rafe (First Prize)

Light by Alissa Nowak (Second Place)

I was a lone sailor, upon a large plank of drift wood for all these oceans, tired and aching like the wood beneath my buckled body, but knowing that the sun sat there, holding me in its arms, made me love the days I saw, and the same fish I caught, even on the days when blocked by the clouds, and my head beneath the waves, I knew you’d come back… like you always did. 

I loved every moment of life by the fire pit’s side, burning the wasted and starting anew. The crack and pop of memories old becoming nothing but your soft whispers in my ears, your heat becoming my heart beat, and my eyes needn’t see, but instead feel the caress of your sombre light. 

A lone light on the street, guiding me down the dark and cracked bitumen as I desperately tried to grasp home, weary heart warming up to the soft orange glow that was felt when standing beneath your flickering light. You shined brighter than any other, every flicker a battle won against the slither of dark. Proud and grateful was how I felt when your bulb didn’t break.

The light I needed so desperately upon my porcelain skin, in a croak of a sob as you draped your arms around my unwanted being. I felt the very place I searched for down the broken street, or by a fire in the woods, or even at sea; home. Never had I thought to look to something so simple, gently speaking as my mind wandered along the path of never-ending conclusions. I loved and cherished the feeling of warmth as if I never felt it.

In the end, my mind fogged with red dust, burned softly. I knew I loved you with every cell in my body, but that was the very thing you didn’t need. As much as you adored the song sung along with your rays, the soft sleep-lustering grumble behind your cracks and pops or the soft homesick shivers beneath you, I was of no measure to the brisk light. I let my skin burn as I pushed my body to your heart, but it turned to dark ash, each layer slowly drifting off with the wind.]

And yet, I didn’t stop battling. I didn’t stop burning. How could I? You were my sun, my fire, and my lone street light. I’d rather let your light seethe into my flesh and burn my four chambers to the ground before my eyes gave out to the darkness once more. 
And I ask myself above the sound of my skin peeling away and becoming one with the dirt; why did my mind fool me, and make me think I was something that burned just as bright as the beautiful lights? 

An Open Letter to God by Grace Vipen (Third Place)

Our Brave Boys by William Mellor (Highly Commended)

My Wish for You by Alexandria Walker (Highly Commended)

Orthodoxy is Unconsciousness by Vanessa Eagles (Highly Commended)

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years