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River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Picture Ipswich Theme Awards

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

Picturesque by Aisha Wilson (First Prize)

A Haiku for Ants by Grace Xu (Second Prize)

The Start of Leaving by Heidi Leeman (Third Prize)

The Second When Nothing Happened by Penelope Duran (Highly Commended)

Megane - Glasses by Grace Xu (Highly Commended)

Mother by Grace Xu (Highly Commended)

Patchwork Heart by Yehezq'El Schuster (Highly Commended)

A Message from the Sky by Grace Xu (Highly Commended)

Consider a city. No, more than that. A metropolis. When humans first started constructing these towns on steroids in the late 19th century, I didn’t know how to feel. They stained me a myriad of different colours with belching chimney stacks, and sometimes I liked the new shades. I wore them how you would wear a dress, and I still do. But I’ve been around a long time. Change, no matter how inevitable it is, can be difficult to be accustomed to. 

I’ve grown rather fond of skyscrapers though, the modern man-made monoliths. They are an impressive feat. I like how they reflect my image, in their glassy mercurial surfaces. The slight change in the quality of the colours, perhaps darker, but no less valid. You rarely get such a perfect surface in nature. Oceans are messy, awash with rippling waves, and lakes are rarely so still. There is always a fish that has to move, water striders sending tiny ripples and minuscule tsunamis upon the muddy shore. A breeze has to blow, a leaf has to drop, a child’s boat has to putter along. Nature is never pristine. Of course, this all on a small scale. On my scale. I have little to do with the universe and the heavens; I am simply a separation.

Humans have changed me and how I view myself. I frequently see the gentle undulations of clouds bisected by the contrail left by an aeroplane. I watch until it dissipates and melts into the colours that I am made up of. Often I enjoy cities and their towering geometric buildings that hold a slice of colour upon their surface, the hues sometimes being polished by a window cleaner. A slice of me. They are my mirrors. Humans have always watched me, and now they have allowed me my vanity. They’ve built these mirrors for me to admire myself in, and I am grateful.

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years