The Klyde Robinson Poetry Prize
Sunday Afternoon Walk, Ravenel Bridge
This will not be the last bridge we cross.
He’s at that age, the chiseled ridges
of a man, still a child in the face.
We walk uphill as concrete and cable beam
hold us for now. Gales and earthquake,
won’t break a sturdy build, but this?
Up here nothing hedges us from wind.
Below is the slow coast of vessels:
a fishboat, a rusty barge.
Land and sea blur into blue-green, my eyes
turn high tide wet, a pressed kerchief
still tucked in my pocket.
Comment by the judge: This was difficult. I was struck by the simple human story of the winner, placed at what has now become an iconic part of Charleston. Lots of these seem to think the more stereotypes I throw in the poem the more Charleston it is. I think it was partly because of that that I loved the wicked wit in the "six facts" poem, and I also love that it was dedicated to Jim Lundy!
Honorable mention: Phillip Slusher