First Place, Poetry, Grade 7-9: Acts of a Drunken Sailor

Alana Kilby,14

Heads roll, laughing.

Hair flies unbound.

Red splashing sticky spills.

The swinging door Shuts away the tavern light.

The sun was a guillotine, descending slowly, and inevitably.

Cold, dead air was an awakening.

The cobblestones were shark fins, circling their oblivious prey.

Six drunken steps, a tumble. Plunging earthward, to the grey stone sea.

Breaking on impact.

Curling fingers open, relinquishing glass.

The dark ruby wine dripping out of the clay brown bottle.

By Alana Kilby, 14