Gordon Prize for Poetry

So ... my poem won the Gordon Prize for Poetry ....

Personally, I would have thought I'd have a much better chance at the prose fiction, but first runner up for that one and first re: poetry... both writing credits, which are never a bad thing.

This was the winning poem:

The sky is pinks and purples

with streaks of grayish blue;

reflected colours in the water moving

steadily towards the shore

disturbed only by the splash

of the large fish that taunts us daily

jumping always in the same area

of the lake, causing large ripples,

and attracting the attention

of the more adventurous of the ducks

that feed around their favourite dock

while the kingfisher watches from his post

on the wheel at the top of our boat winch

and the crane moves stealthily along the shore

leading with his long, slender neck

past the neighbour's golf course lawn

towards our own unkempt buffer zone

as the sky turns darker than

the unnatural pink of the water

before it fades into pink grey darkness

behind the high pitched whine of the frogs

and the swooping flight of the bats

who have decided that the sun

has signaled dinnertime.