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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
Anchorage