Why do you guys make choosing winners so gosh darn hard! Argh!
But for real, the poems for this contest were top notch. I know I say that like every time but I really mean it this time! And the other times, but tghis time especially!
Okay now for the part you guys are all waiting for:
| T H I R D P L A C E |
| A Wicked Brew |
By MystresMyna
Her steady hand moved with grace, As the cauldron bubbled in this wicked place. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, She would have her revenge, for she knew the truth. Banished he would be, from his sinful life, No more to cause her dead heart strife. The wings of a fly and a rotten toad, The sweat from a horse a sailor road. Forty-two stalks of swamp root grass, A pinch of ruby dust and the gills of a bass. Boil it for five and stir it twice, Then test the juice out on a pair of mice. Victory would be hers by the break of dawn, One tiny sip and he would be gone. No more would he lie, no more would he cheat, In moments he would be sitting in the devil's seat. "Drink my love, your morning brew." She cackled to herself, "If he only knew!" He thought he was smart and oh so clever, Now he calls hell home, forever and ever.
The witchy vibes of this is awesome! Actually the whole thing is awesome, from the tale of revenge it tells to the weird ingredients. Its great. Fantastic job!
| S E C O N D P L A C E |
| Rotten Acts |
Rotten acts of retribution riddle her with holes
A ruby red drips on porcelain as she reveals her soul
Self-fulfilling prophecies seeping into bones
As she takes a step into the darkness of the vast unknown
Thoughts of others plague her mind and make her change herself
As she tries to survive here in this forever lasting hell
Wordlessly clutching at her head and falling to her knees
A small child begs endlessly for peace
Reflections taunt her mercilessly and distort her vision
Looking down at herself she decides to make revisions
Though dark thoughts consume her she consumes very little
Until the world becomes too harsh and she becomes too brittle
This poem left me breathless. Its so poetic and beautiful in the way art is beautiful, it makes you feel something I've reread it like six times now!
| F I R S T P L A C E |
| Untitled |
Her hair as red as fire,
Freckles on her nose,
They call her Ruby Red,
I called her Ruby Rose.
She hung around with lads,
Who smoked and drank and fought,
Then she'd roll up from the garden shop,
With a hundred gnomes she'd bought.
Whispering 'forever',
As I squeezed her hand in mine,
Flushed scarlet red and laughing,
From a little too much wine.
She was quiet, she was loud,
She was happy, she was sad,
A walking oxymoron,
But it only drove her mad.
Lost in hedge labyrinths,
Then drinking in the park,
"Tell me what the hell I am",
Sh'd whisper after dark.
"All I am is rotten,"
"Well, I love you even so,"
She gently kissed my lips again,
But I could see she'd lost her glow.
She slipped away that night,
Crept downstairs to the door,
As I woke, I already knew,
I screamed 'till I could no more.
Some say she killed herself,
Some say she moved away,
Some say we'll see her again,
I know we'll never see that day.
Her hair as red as fire,
Freckles on her nose,
They call her Ruby Red,
I called her Ruby Rose.
Now if the last poem left me breathless this one stole my breath forever and stabbed me in the heart (in the best way possible of course). I cant even find the right words to describe my love for it! But bittersweet came to mind. Beautifully done.
| HONERABLE MENTIONS |
UnicornPoopAndSoda , daydreamographer, Thisishard, LittleDeadRottinHood, sparrowflight_ and abaniii
Congrats to the winners!
Stay lovely✨
