
This award was won for Jypsi's entry 'Beneath the Blood Moon', for which she received Highly Commended in the Poetry Category, and the New England Award for a writer residing in the New England Area.
Beneath the Blood Moon
by Jypsi Bennett
Under the blood moon's crimson light,
he vanished swift, into the night.
No scream, no cry, no warning sound,
Just footprints leading through the ground.
A missing girl, a silent street,
Her empty shoes, her stumbling feet.
The town is quiet, whispers low,
Where did she go? Where did she go?
The copper’s eyes are cold and hard,
He scans the trees, the empty yard.
A cigarette between his lips,
A secret hidden in his grip.
Her mother pleads, her father weeps,
But secrets in this town run deep.
The fields are wide, the forest black,
But none who leave have wandered back.
By the old mill, by the creek,
Where shadows shift and branches creak,
The truth lies buried, dark as night,
Beneath the surface, out of sight.
The copper knows, but won’t reveal,
The buried truth he’s sworn to seal.
He’s walked the bush, he’s seen the past,
But in the dark, the shadows last.
A broken watch, a piece of lace,
A single hand, a pale face.
They found her there, beneath the trees,
Her breath as still as winter's breeze.
But justice here is bought with blood,
The guilty hide beneath the mud.
The copper turns, his back to blame,
And life goes on, and just the same.
For in this town, the nights are long,
And silence hums a wicked song.
Beneath the moon, the whispers grow,
Where did she go? Where did she go?
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