1st Place - July 2013


Dream splinters prickle my spine
red-rose smell   dark casket   father's face

Alarm clangs denial   No - not dead!
think logic   a nightmare   don't tell

Night lanced by shards of the sequel

arrange leftovers   box memories   mom 's tears

Roused to routines of the normal

shunt foreboding   silence tongue   all is well

Tolling phone   worlds hurled into collision
come quick   emergency   Dad

The unquick unspoken unfolds
ICU   sixth code   blue no pain now

Snows cease   sunlight spears through the stained glass
fractured halo   flowered casket   spirits sing

A dream   not a dream   I smell roses

worlds merge   colours flutter   butterflies dance

~ Fran Figge