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Romanko Judge: Marge Simon Judge: Marcie Lynn Tentchoff Judge:
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SFPA Poetry Contest Winners
The judges have concluded their deliberations and the votes have been
tabulated. After receiving 277 entries from over 150 poets, the Contest
Committee and SFPA Officers are delighted to announce the winners of the
SFPA Poetry Contest:
1st Place: Morning, Europa by Malcolm Deeley
2nd Place: Office Complex, 13th Floor by Ree Young
3rd Place: Mice Over Fallen Mirrors by Duane & Cathy Ackerson
Illustration by Marge Simon.
1st Place
Morning, Europa
by Malcolm Deeley
We hung a thousand ribbons of glass
in the giant-shadowed sky
Dreaming ends, day's new fire, reflection
of our children's, children's faces
in that sea.
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2nd Place
Office Complex, 13th Floor
by Ree Young
The protocol is not to notice that the walls
are mirrored, not to stare or steal a glimpse
as you walk along the many-times reflected
hall or stand stiff and wary with your replicated
self amongst the elevator's crowd. Last time
someone did, he gazed too long; all we could do
was leave him till he finally died and dried up,
and then we swept the dust and clothes away.
Oddly, others came and went each day but never
paid attention to the sighing man, or later,
to the drying corpse huddled in the mirrored
corner. They were occupied, as usual, with
the lure of their peripheral egos, slyly
watched with quick, admiring, furtive eyes.
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3rd Place
Mice Over Fallen Mirrors
by Duane & Cathy Ackerson
Here,
people have been gone so long
that mirrors, exhausted of purpose,
lie on the floor in silvery pools.
When the mice scurry over them,
something rises and snaps at them
like fish after food scattered
on feeding ponds.
On the far side of the room,
washed up on a distant shore,
the tiny skeletons stand
windchimes shaking
in no wind.
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