Judge’s Choice for Best Creative Writing Written by a Patient
© Ellie Cameron
Alone in the winter and cold to the bone.
A deceptive promise of gold to the bone.
The strain on the heart will take its toll someday.
Body frail, prematurely old to the bone.
Stones dropped to the floor of a porcelain lake.
Sickness, it grows and breeds like mold to the bone.
Left by disciples, Olympus has fallen.
A home, now a despot abode to the bone.
Falsely conveyed by cigarette aesthetics.
A story in a woeful ode to the bone.
Control was a phantasm that faded so fast.
Now I’ve run down the bloodstained road to the bone.
Judge’s Comments:
A Skeleton’s Ghazal goes right to the avatar of our mortality and stares directly at it without flinching. In the process, it shows us the beauty and fragility of what powers us.