First Place: Poetry
This Place
Lillian Wade, Marshall Don’t tell, I told the air Don’t tell them I come here Don’t speak too loud My worry, my sadness, my fear Shush! They might hear Don’t tell them about you I’ll be angry, I will Don’t tell them of the place that helps me escape My worry, my sadness, my fear Shush! They might hear They might hear that I’ve found this place Oh, it brings me great joy I release myself from their embrace in this quiet little cove A large spring, just north of my cottage A place where the waters consume My worry, my sadness, my fear But, shush! They might hear This quiet place where loneliness is peaceful Where worry subsides Sadness is silence that I seldom find Fear is bravery among the weak And, Wind, you’ve kept my secrets before In these forms, I love My worry, my sadness, my fear… Carry the message I want them to hear
134 Inscape 2019
