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Ekphrastic Poetry Contest

Mary Robin Adamiak

Honorable Mention


Heart racing in my chest,
Thoughts chasing through my head,
Impressed he does not hear.
Will this breath be my last?

A worm beneath the bark,
The parting sheaves of grass,
A distant meadow lark;
Transformed now, every sound seems clearer…
But this shaking of the leaves is not the breeze.

Then the hunter ever nearer
Lifts his gaze up
To the trees.

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