Elisa Brickner Memorial Poetry Contest 2016 (For children entering grades 6-12). Now in its 22nd year, this
contest was created to foster a love and appreciation of poetry. It is
sponsored by the Brickner family to commemorate Elisa Brickner, who died
in an accident at age 17 in 1973. A poetry corner in the Chilmark
Public Library was established in her memory in 1974 and has been
growing ever since.
The winning poems for 2016:
the Yellowstone Super Volcano and maybe we have bigger things to worry about.
By Sam Kass
5th hr science and the cover of National
the earth is in danger
the bell rings,
will shrink through the hallways,
hi to a boy named Mark who is
surrounded by a cult of sneering girls
poke and touch and hold their noses
he’s a contaminated barbie doll.
will regret not saying more
punching them in the face
full of wet tar
my back is too heavy to sit straight.
boys are calling each other
places that are too dark
I don’t know if I should say anything
Geographic says the surface of the earth
collapse into itself.
tells me her school had a small fire,
she stayed in school without knowing.
seems scary that Mark is getting
at right in front of the teacher;
normal wet eyes
bitten lips look after five months.
the magma rises quickly,
gases can’t escape fast enough
would be like opening a coke bottle after you’ve shaken it.
days I feel ready to erupt
class there are people who are not there
who are sick and can’t escape
and blank looks, the fire that flows
is lava melting the surface of Utah,
is building to boil
the earth is unstoppable.
am scared of all things unstoppable.
the volcano erupts,
our earth will die,
our plants will die,
the sky will
we will fall with it.
should stop trying to kill each other prematurely.
is a difference between fear and guilt.
is when you are afraid of yourself-
hallways are too cold for fear.
last 3x this pit erupted
was not covered in ash.
is covered in lead.
should stop killing each other prematurely.
the volcano erupts,
we are still alive,
will be acid tears
onto the sidewalk
my brother’s elementary school;
are used to hearing “watch your language”
of watch your prejudice.
hard to watch Mark crumble everyday.
volcanos are fear.
call the holes
where the earth swallowed itself.
is easier to blame the earth.
blame Mark for what we call him.
is easy to blame the hallway
government says the Current Volcano Alert
does not say 0 or Little or None.
wonder if Mark thinks how we treat him is normal.
is cold and heavy and wet,
in my throat like black rocks
is not the earth
is not fear. If we shake it,
is not uncontrollable
the volcano erupts,
question will be
questions will always have been
is wrong with our core?
By Juliette Jeffers
are lost but also not lost, but somewhere in the world. They are in the eyes of
in the tunnels under the waterfall. Their names are painted on the wet walls
a rush, a torment, a wave on the deck. They are the mist on our faces as we
eyes to the turquoise water and to them. Those bodies. Beaten before they hit
Their eyes and faces bluer than ours. We could be them, but they can never be
wakes to a blue ceiling in a room she does not know. She shuts her eyes again
She wants to squeeze the last drops of dream out of her subconscious before she
to face reality. In this moment of déjà vu, she is the glacier, the body of ice
her senses. The walls of the room are made of rice paper and she is afraid she
of rice paper too. She does not want to hear the smack of ripping paper. She
want to watch the paper dissolve into blue current, hapless shreds of tide.First Place-2016Junior High School
By Amelia Sanchirico
the ground was blanketed with snow
you glided on ice
no cares, no worries
your dreams preserved in the cold air
summer was as far away as the moon
everything was perfect and pearly white
plants begin to grow again
the birds flew
over the treetops
back the warmth of the sun
the winter frost slowly melted away
life seemed to begin again
the world was yellow-green
you felt as free as the clouds in the sky
the dragonflies that flew
winter was as far away as the bright sun
everything was at its fullest
the green of summer faded away
the leaves that swirled
to the dry ground
winter was just ahead
the earth prepared for its long sleep
2016 Contest Information