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Poetry London Contest 1st place winner Jack Williams

The Poetry London Contest 1st place winner is Jack Williams. Jack Williams is a graduate of London Central Secondary School who is currently attending Queen’s University.

Mother Younger than her Children
by Jack Williams

above winter rooftops, the horizon burns
with all that you have not yet lost, mother younger than her children;
all that which those who wrap their arms around themselves against the wind have cast aside
you contain, within your trees and your tides and your faces and skies,
those enduring monuments to your exuberant promise
which stands tall and clear-eyed as dawn
in spite of this world’s long night descending, arms stretched from sea to sea
though the cynic world locks its doors and loads it guns, jaded, fearful.

you, mother, in your youth are wise and strong and
rich in song, both ancient and still to be sung, not lullabies, nor arias, but
anthems, percussive, sublime, that with their harmony
break down walls and connect, complete, transfigure, realize;
you sing, mother, in a world cruel to singers,
and yet remain redwood-steadfast, Rocky Mountain cloud-kissed
and radiant with determination, with faith in your soaring music, with passion that
invites and incites voices, trained and untrained, to take up the torch of your song.

mother, your winters are harsh and long,
yet they are not so harsh and long as the old grievances of old men,
whose heavy cold shroud has failed, thus far, to bury all that you sing,
all that which keeps you young and wise and open and unbending;
mother, your winters are long enough to make us forget about summer,
yet they are not so long as your vibrant horizon, which continues to burn
with all that you have not yet lost, with all that we will never forget
so long as we brave the bitter cold to look upon it.


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