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River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Picture Ipswich Theme Awards

Golden Reign by Kelly Millar (First Prize)

Tell Me Wellies by Marie McMillan (Second Prize)

Tell me Wellies

did you hear the thunderous waterfall – more cacophonous than lguazu’s –
when its ruler smote the pregnant clouds, birthing torrents of amniotic fluid?
In Ipswich, not Haarlem, did you hear the tumult of the dam disgorging and
cymbaling against the mighty Brisbane as they coupled in disastrous coitus?
Did you hear the aqueous crescendo of the surging swell as it climbed,
altius et altius, before pole-vaulting up and over the custodial banks.

Did you hear the shrieks and cries of those in flight … running, paddling,
sloshing, breast-stroking to a safer place away from the overflow of Wivenhoe,
to the percussive accompaniment of Zeus’s drowning roar?

Had you time to notice the gob-smacked muting of Apollo’s song?

Tell me Wellies

did you smell the putrefaction of the gaping sewers, the crevices’ malodorous
secrets, the squirrelled contents of the rodents’ lairs, the ordure of things wasted,
the dung, the excrement and piss, the vomitus bile of the trajectory?

Tell me Wellies

did you see the palette of fluvial float transmuting from blue to green, to sluggish
brown, to muddy black, its filthy daubing and smearing charcoal sludge rubbing and
ruining, besmirching all things soaked, already soiled?

Did you see that tumbled-in boy, the belly-flop of the sagging bridges, the cars swept
on the flux, the bobbing debris, the rags and bags, slaloming condoms and sodden
bonbons, bottles bobbing, water-skiing pots and pans, chemicals, pollutants,
sediments and nutrients, the water snakes, the reeds and trees, the fish –
dead and alive -raked up by Poseidon’s trident?

Tell me Wellies

did the naiads rise up to greet you, or were they gobbled up by visiting, heuristic bull
sharks?

Tell me Wellies

what happened to you in the midst of this Mesopotamian chaos. Were you forsaken
by your god as he impregnated Gaia Ipswich but, somehow, kept afloat? Were you
abandoned by an ADF volunteer or a battling challenger in the mud-run obstacle
race? Did you wade through sucking mud until the Ararat of this embankment?
Were you anchored there in terror or suck-suck vacuumed
onto that silted podium or did you, lpswichian denizen, jump out of your boots,
if not your skin, in a Nijinskyan grand-jete and leave them in that neat, balletic,
first-position, in rubbery memorial to that catastrophic January?

Tell me Wellies

when Cronus and Rhea conceived son, Zeus, was it on a water-bed?

Fernvale Road Ghosts by Vanessa Page (Third Prize)

Muvvers Instruchins f'r Washin' by Ingrid Mason (Highly Commended)

Ipswich Poetry Feast Encouragement Awards

2018 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years