Welcome to the Showcase! Here you can see the work of your peers who have won previous Inscriptions contests. Read the winning entries and let them inspire you. Congratulations to our budding writers!
10-12 category
Lydia Perrault
“Lydia communicated her theme with a rollicking rhythm and a relaxed rhyme scheme. Good job, Lydia!” –Paige
“The Bowman Hero of Sherwood”
He’s not out-witted,
Nor out-smarted.
By far he’s the bravest
Of Sherwood Forest!
He’s the most courageous
In all the range so mountainous!
What is he called?
He must have fame for one so skilled—
Robin of the Hood is his name—
And shooting arrows is his game.
He once was a knight
In Jerusalem did fight.
Then to Nottingham was sent;
Note his reputation was not bent,
But an outlaw he was made!
Robin’s bow was not down laid,
For he became head of a merry band.
He stayed in Sherwood land
Where he defended every innocent heart,
’Til death did him part.
13-16 Category
Constance Chan
“Constance wrote a beautiful long dream poem full of emotion and vivid images. I’ve included part of it here. Thanks for sharing this with us, Constance!” –Paige
“Phantasm”
Moonlight on the water—
Glass pieces floating on swell after swell, all aglitter.
All aglitter, elven jewels that shatter
When the waves break against the cold sand. The boaster
Could make his boldest cry upon these waves. The enormous power
Of white foam, dark water
That scoffs at sunny afternoons. Greener,
More pleasant seas would know the sunlight. But here, the charmer…
Binds us to the ocean, the lonely wind. This trickster
Is of the seas, the clouds, the moonlight master and haunter.
Fairies caper
And swirl among the waters.
Silvery, elusive dancers.
Come closer. Do you not know the sea is a healer?
Oh, come, be eager.
The waters are power—titanic, majestic. But waters are subtle. They glimmer
In the moonlight. Sea water’s a philter.
It shakes and shoots through the mind of the surfer
And the gazer. “I must go back to the seas again,” thoughts whisper…
Glistening colors of moonlight on water—
Then, all waver.
The skies have now revealed their first vesper…
We head down the shore in silence like strangers,
The sea like a twinkling mirror.
We head to the house, to comfort and bed. In the grate there has burned a red fire.
The sky is now greying, the wind is a-murmur,
And the sea grows dimmer and dimmer.
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