The Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation is delighted to announce the prize winners of our first annual poetry competition. We received over 160 entries inspired by COVID-19. Sean Sexton, Indian River Poet Laureate, presided over a panel of judges that included Carrie Adams and Janna Schledorn to select our winners. All entries were coded so that the judging would be blind. It was a very difficult decision for our judges, but we are thrilled to share with you the winners and their poems.
In addition to the winners below, we have selected a number of other poems and some writings from our K-12 competition that will be published in a print book and on our website soon! Stay tuned for that. Print versions will be available for a suggested donation of $10 at the LRJF Writing Center and at the Vero Beach Book Center.
Browse all of the winning poetry below, or head specifically to local winners or non-local winners.
David Kimball
Waiting for the Coronavirus Wave When I consider how my light is spent Within these four walls, inside this world so wide, And my compassionate acts, which would be death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more…
Mark Hinkley
Monarchs Like gray haired first graders, They sit all in a line in their small chair desks, silent and alone, under the stale blue fluorescence of the nursing home. Polaroid portraits border the bulletin board, that they themselves do not…
Rikki Santer
Landmark The train like a wailing pronoun in the dark breath of night when quarantine responds to quarantine and I ask myself how do I get from here to the rest of the world or scale a kinder incline beyond…
Jennifer Shniederman
As the Crow Flies The black crow surveys what will be hers While I walk empty streets and boulevards Playing the waiting game. The crows, sparrows and wild parrots have gotten louder every day As nature takes back the city.…
Michelle Sharkey
Pandemic Hands Moments between hands Lockets of memories Lesson of Life Palm reading in real time Pandemic hands Hands in a flurry, hurried hands A slaughter of safety, the practice of sorrow Grieving hands, losses that slipped right through our…