Barbara Bruederlin freelances out of Calgary. She writes reviews for several music magazines. Her knowledge of Indy music astounds me, (she can vouch for the fact that I am a complete Luddite in this area - lol) and I am always impressed by the depth and humour in her writing. Our judges commented that there was "great use of colour - like points of punctuation" and that the poem was "Enigmatic, has me guessing/posturing but (the) sense of dread and hopelessness is strong." She also writes Haiku and occasionally posts it on her blog. Barb was one of a few individuals that chose to submit a piece of poetry for Cabin Fever.
Here is her poem:
Blood red walls
bear silent witness to
beckons you to the water,
offering glimpses of escape.
Stay of execution.
When the pounding stops,
when the water stops,
Silence follows you to the grey room.
Silence peers through frozen glass with dead eyes.
Silence cannot escape this wall of white.
The dead world holds you firm inside this cage
I will be sending your prizes sometime next week. They include a beautiful pair of earrings from Jeanine Elder of Neepawa, and a Tim Horton's card, as well as a couple little surprises. Unfortunately, the batteries are dead in my camera so I will post the picture of them tomorrow after it is charged. (My apologies - I feel like a bit of a smuck for not being more prepared with the camera!)