Winner
Roam
Creative Secondary School, Irene Wu, Poetry: Group 3
Dunes as high as mountains,
yellow as gold, brown as oak.
Burns like a fire, freezes like ice,
as deadly as a python.
The sky, blue and grey,
stretched across above the desert.
Dotting the sky, white and floating,
Clouds of cotton candy.
Roaming these lands, a lady of twenty-two,
fighting for survival, with the natural horrors of this land.
With black eyes like a tiger
that widen and narrow as they see the world around them.
When she runs, black hair flying,
she is as soundless and as graceful as a panther.
For she was banished from ill-graced country
and lived to get revenge.
Her face, tight and angular,
complete with a scar running down her jaw.
She, having only a waterskin and a dagger,
runs alone, day by day.
All who try to find the borders of this death perish,
only she had not. Living on other animals,
lizards, snakes and mice alike.
Cactus quenched or a lonely lake.
Better to die, many had said,
but she ignored them as she went.
For she never liked the country anyway,
and was hungry for an adventure.
So to say, no one expected her to live,
and only provided her only the dagger.
Nothing else, no provisions.
Sent off into a deadly land, so deadly a soul could die.
