2010 Porad Award Winners
Penny Harter, Judge
Nancy Dahlberg, Contest Coordinator
Sponsored by Haiku Northwest and the Washington Poets Association
First Place ($100)
blue on blue
a dragonfly taps
the skylight
Susan Constable
Nanoose Bay, British Columbia
“Blue on blue” pulls us up into the sky, or pulls the sky down into us. The verb “taps” gives the poem not only visual but also auditory appeal. Taps are gentle but persistent. Maybe the dragonfly wants out; yet because its wings are blue, it is already merging with the sky. Also, through the skylight, the sky is entering the dragonfly. And if the dragonfly is outside, tapping to get in, it will bring the sky in with it. This poem resonates with the desire for transcendence that we all may feel from time to time.
Second Place ($50)
the shell’s story inside the inside
Carmi Soifer
Suquamish, Washington
Here there is a sense of mystery, almost like opening Chinese boxes, making us ask, “What’s the story here? What has left residue in the shell? What is the lineage of the snail—if it is a snail?” The poem spirals as it coils inward to the center of the mystery. It seems to be echoing the old adage that the journey itself is the destination. It also makes us think of putting a shell to the ear to “hear” the ocean’s story. In a way, each of us is like this shell.
Third Place ($25)
clouded moon
the ocean moves
closer
Ernest J. Berry
Picton, New Zealand
The moon rules the tides. Here, the moon is clouded, but still it pulls the sea. The movement in this poem seems to echo the ebb and flow of the tides, and to enter the reciprocal cycles of cloud and sea. Clouds cross the moon, waves move toward shore, and we are pulled into the rhythm of it all.
First Honorable Mention
in an open jar
of sage, the desert
after the rain
Dean Summers
Seattle, Washington
How nice to find the desert in a jar of spice, perhaps on some winter soup-making evening. This jar is the microcosm holding the macrocosm. And the rain—well, I remember the scents of juniper and sage after rains in Santa Fe. The desert is dry, yet sage grows there. The poem appeals to vision and scent, with scent being the primary sense. It might be a bit stronger, though, without the “the” in the last line: “in an open jar / of sage, the desert / after rain.”
Second Honorable Mention
traveling the creek
that bears her name—
my mother’s ashes
Seren Fargo
Bellingham, Washington
The creek runs to the river, the river to the sea—and the mother’s ashes are also on a journey, returning to the source. The fact that the creek bears her name makes this poem even more poignant. Her ashes are merging with the elements, as her soul merges with . . .
Third Honorable Mention
ripening plums
outside our bedroom window
. . . and the far dawn
Billie Wilson
Juneau, Alaska
The plums are ripening, and the window—a human artifact—opens to them, and to the ripening of the day. And, of course, the plum color is probably on the dawn horizon. The poem gets us up and out of bed, then pulls us to into the sunrise.
Fourth Honorable Mention
heat wave—
mouse circling the bottom
of the rain barrel
C. R. Manley
Bellevue, Washington
This mouse surprises us, makes us smile—and yet, poor mouse, there is no water in that rain barrel. It’s during a drought, and the mouse, in search of water, is now running in circles, perhaps trapped. This poem offers a unique perspective on drought—or, perhaps, a heat wave.
Fifth Honorable Mention
full moon—
white-barked alder leans its light
back into sky
Ruth Yarrow
Seattle, Washington
The bark of the alder returning light to the sky, perhaps even holding the rays of the setting sun, is lovely. It’s a striking image, and I especially like the verb “leans” its light—unique and evocative.
Sixth Honorable Mention
late summer eve—
white coals on the lid
of a Dutch oven
Dean Summers
Seattle, Washington
It’s the end of summer—and the end of the fire, its embers gone white and coming to ash. There is a chill in the air, perhaps, and the Dutch oven is over a campfire. We reach for sweaters as summer tilts toward autumn, savoring the chill; yet, we would hold on to summer’s warmth. And the “white coals on the lid” might even echo moon-glow, that white circle that surrounds the moon in the clear summer night sky.
Sponsors’ Thanks
A bouquet of thanks to Penny Harter for judging the 2010 Porad Haiku Award and for sharing her comments on each poem, and to Nancy Dahlberg for serving as contest coordinator. Thank you to all the poets who entered hundreds of poems for consideration, and congratulations to each winner. We also welcome all poets in Washington State to join Haiku Northwest at its monthly meetings. Please visit our website for more information, and look for an announcement of our 2011 contest soon.
Tanya McDonald
Haiku Northwest Coordinator
Michael Dylan Welch
Washington Poets Association Board Member