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The opening statement, ‘Nature is a true judge of good character’ leads readers on to a gentle and captivating account of an ecological journey through life. Readers can interpret the story for themselves as, ultimately, this experience applies to all of us. A powerful, thought-provoking piece of poetry. The judges admire Isabel’s specificity, the rhythm, and the strength and delicacy of her imagery and use of language
Nature is a true judge of good character.
Freckles on her cheeks,
They reminded the trees of constellations only the stars knew how to paint.
As she walked past, their wooden fingertips moved towards her,
Calling to a presence they hadn’t felt for many years.
Deep inside her soul there was a melody only the songbirds could hear,
A soft hum that only the wind could feel,
Melting into the breeze like an echo into lost sound.
It pronounced itself in subtlety.
How the flowers slightly shifted away from the sun to point to her instead,
The way the shoreline climbed further to brush against her feet.
Desperate to bathe in whatever she was,
Yearning to be near whoever she is.
Age began to pick at her,
Moulding what once was into what’s now.
Her skin began to droop like tulips weighed by rain,
Yet that thing that the earth could sense,
The wholeness rivers would halt for,
Not even time could take that.
The day eventually came,
A burial into the soft and welcoming ground.
Yet the clouds didn’t weep, and thunder didn’t shout.
Soon the presence the trees hadn’t felt for many years,
Retuned to the soil as if that’s how it was always meant to be.
Nature knew her good character,
And all the stars painted a new configuration.
What she was, turned into what simply is.