In Term 4, we introduced the Santa Sabina Poetry Competition. We were overwhelmed with the response of over 60 entries, and thank everyone who entered, for bringing life to the competition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A big thank you to Mary Shoard, Angela Bunquin and Allana Hempenstall who took the time during the busiest time of the year to judge the competition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Winners in each category won a $25 Dymocks gift voucher and were presented with a Certificate. Runners up received a bundle of literary gifts as well as a Certificate. We also had two special prizes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All award winners will have their work published in our 2026 Writing and Poetry Anthology. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Winner: Lydia Wang <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Runner up: Emma Cooper<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Winner: Deeksha Kandimalla <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Runner Up: Maya Santiago <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Winner: Gabrielle Karakatsanis<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Runner Up: Chloe De Cruz Maundrell <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Minty Slattery \u2013 Songwriting<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Molly Bonner \u2013 Voice development<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The three winning poems can be read below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Photographs <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The photographs on the shelf groaned with age,<\/em> The wind crept through the hallway, <\/em> Each face a window to a story once told-<\/em> Time hurried past them, <\/em> And for a heartbeat, <\/em> Lydia Wang<\/strong> ***<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My palms tell a tale\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n My palms tell a tale, <\/em> My mother\u2019s palm tells a tale, <\/em> My grandma\u2019s palm tells a tale, <\/em> My great grandma\u2019s palms tell a tale, <\/em> My palm tells a tale, <\/em> Deeksha Kandimalla<\/strong> Community poem<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n In the sunlight showcased in flames,<\/em> Crucified, died, and was buried to give us everlasting life,<\/em> Now what’s left is whispered prayers awaiting our messiah,<\/em> Forever we live amongst wayward skies forthwith in common unity.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabrielle Karakatsanis <\/strong> In Term 4, we introduced the Santa Sabina Poetry Competition. We were overwhelmed with the response of over 60 entries, and thank everyone who entered, for bringing life to the competition. A big thank you to Mary Shoard, Angela Bunquin and Allana Hempenstall who took the time during the busiest time of the year to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":19482,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","article_category":[4],"article_tag":[],"class_list":["post-19359","article","type-article","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","article_category-secondary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/article\/19359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/article"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/article"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19359"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/19482"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"article_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/article_category?post=19359"},{"taxonomy":"article_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/ssc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/article_tag?post=19359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Years 7-8 <\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Years 9-11<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Special Prizes<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
their frames chipped, glass clouded with dust.<\/em>
I brushed a finger across one <\/em>\u2013
and a smile looked back, trapped behind the years. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
on its late morning stroll.<\/em>
The photographs whispered softly, <\/em>
calling to anyone who might still remember.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
a birthday cake, a seaside laugh,<\/em>
a child holding her mother\u2019s hand.<\/em>
They spoke in silence,<\/em>
their voices fading with the dust.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
blurring their edges, <\/em>
but in the centre of the decay<\/em>
one photograph gleamed,<\/em>
a woman\u2019s eyes still alive with light.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
the room breathed life. <\/em>
The air shimmered with laughter long gone, <\/em>
the dust turned golden in the sun, <\/em>
and every forgotten face-<\/em>
seemed to lift its gaze,<\/em>
remembered at last.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Year 5<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a tale of the easy life,<\/em>
a tale of smiles and laughs.<\/em>
a tale that is joyful, with a happy ending. <\/em>
My palms tell a tale. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
a tale of hardship, <\/em>
a tale of counting every dime, <\/em>
a tale wishing your daughter can be more.<\/em>
My mother\u2019s palm tells a tale.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
a tale of floating by, <\/em>
a tale of doing what you\u2019re told, <\/em>
a tale of wishing your daughter can be more. <\/em>
My grandma\u2019s palm tells a tale. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
a tale of covering your face incase you need to run,<\/em>
a tale of craving freedom from oppression,<\/em>
a tale of wishing your daughter survives. <\/em>
My great grandma\u2019s palm tells a tale. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
a tale of the weight one carries,<\/em>
a tale of navigating a new world, <\/em>
a tale of wishing to be more. <\/em>
My palm tells a tale.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Year 8<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bright blazing bush first spoke his hallowed name,<\/em>
\u201cMoses, Moses!\u201d \u201cOn holy ground, you stand\u201d<\/em>
Upon himself, Moses takes righteous hand,<\/em>
And they follow through parted waters on untouched sand<\/em>
And by God’s will writes ten commands<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
The good lord in unwavering faith was crossed to end our strife,<\/em>
We wear this symbol broadcast and place it,<\/em>
In churches, homes and halls of hallows, holy ground, we see his face<\/em>
Forever moulded carved wood or stone remains his dying grace<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Across the heavens, stars hold wishes for a power so much higher,<\/em>
The Bible which sings hymns of praise,<\/em>
The evangelical scriptures sing one which phrase<\/em>
\u201cFor where two or three gather together as my followers, I am there among them\u201d<\/em>
And where we all gather in common ground we become the notes that strung them,<\/em>
Forsaken words in which thy truth live devout,<\/em>
In Christian community, we listen for faith is blind and only the faithless doubt <\/em>
So leave behind selfish woes and material things tainted thoughts do pose,<\/em>
And have trust and live in God’s plan<\/em>
Have mercy on a world in which the devil is so much stronger than a man<\/em>
And rest worries and world-wearied flesh,<\/em>
For in God’s kingdom lives are renewed afresh,<\/em>
Mortality abolished in the eternity of our souls’ immunity<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Year 11<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"