| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
| Second Place Winner, May 2009 | |
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EVIDENCE HANGING ON A RUSTY NAIL Brian J. Mackay (Moontown Cafe) I found your old football boots this morning; they were hanging on a rusty nail in the shed next to my spare salmon fly rod. Cobwebs stretched from lace to lace and trailed from rubber studs like filigree. You stored your trophies in a stained tea chest, so I searched for evidence of silver laurels. Each medal had a photograph for a partner; black and white smiles from young boys, all victorious, all proud of their triumphs. The shed was dressed in dust and memorabilia; shirts and socks and shorts, tiny rags for grimy windows. Its boards were rotting and hinges collapsing through years of careless abandonment and sadness. I knew you couldn’t take me, brother. I held your old football boots this morning, they were where you always left them. I’m going to polish them today, or tomorrow; but now, I stroke the fifty franc statue you bought in Lourdes, and rest my brow on your blue pillows. Comments by judge Duncan Mercredi: “How many times has one dug out old photographs and recalled days of laughter and tears? Well words can do the same, ‘each medal had a photograph for a partner,’ each line bringing with it a sense of loss, a feeling of sadness. Then another line, ‘I held your old football boots this morning, they were there where you always left them,’ and a smile forms recalling happier days. There is sadness here, some tears and hope, hope that somehow dressing up the old boots will bring a sense of closure.”
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