FCAL announces poetry and art show winners


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Rosemary Volz won first place in the poetry contest.
Rosemary Volz won first place in the poetry contest.
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The Flagler County Art League turned the Studio Gallery into a reading room during the first hour of the opening reception at its “Flagler County in Views, Scenes and Words” show.

The winners of the poetry contest were as follows: first place, Rosemary Volz for “Flagler County Mornings”; second place to Cindy Richardson for “My Palm Coast”; third place, Lorraine H. Ruhl for “Ghost Crab”; and honorable mention, Pame Bosman for “A Place Called Flagler”; and honorable mention, Barbara Kurp for “Dawn.”

Art awards were as follows: Best of Show, Rock Mollica for his photograph, “Great Egret Scuffle”; first place of show, Paul H. Beaulieu for his oil painting, “Pine Lakes Sunset”; second place of show, Rita Heuter for her watercolor, “Blissful Flight 1”; and third place of show, Deborah Remmers for her mixed media piece, “Rough Sea.”

The show will be on display through March 6.

Here is the winning poem from Rosemary Volz:

Flagler County Mornings

There are no mountain dreams here,
No ghosts of Emily Dickinson
Peering out of attic windows,
No weary short-order cooks flipping
Hotcakes next to a railroad station.
This is a place of sun, and sand, and sea
And doves silhouetted against a restless sky
As gulls practice their screeching song
And ghost-crabs live or die at the
Sovereign good pleasure of the tides.

Here old men bait hooks,
Young men wax boards,
And a lonely woman looking for weeds
Finds some grace and mercy instead.
This is a place of beginnings and endings
With no great expectations in the middle.
Here we dream of photographs on the wall
And write our histories on the wind.
Here we throw salt on time and loneliness
And force old bones to greet the sun.

All wake with the same hunger.
All want a little coffee and joy before darkness.
And when white sheets turn and bay trees rustle,
We want to be in a place near familiar
Where the heart is still but the spirit dances,
Where we are gently rooted to a watery place
As wild as a tempest, as peaceful as home.

 

 

 

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