Thrilled and honoured to win first place in the Australian Haiku Society’s inaugural John Bird Dreaming award. My winning haiku has been rewarded with a magnificent ink drawing by Ron C. Moss.
John Bird Dreaming Award for Haiku — 2021 Results
Vanessa Proctor and Michael Dylan Welch, Judges
The best haiku can set us to dreaming, putting ourselves in the place of the poem, finding what the poet sought, feeling what the poet felt. In honour of John Bird, who promoted this expansive and engaging stance towards haiku, we are pleased to have selected the following poems in the inaugural John Bird Dreaming Award for Haiku. We selected these poems from 890 total submissions, recognising Australian as well as worldwide themes. Our congratulations to the winners and gratitude to everyone who entered.
—Vanessa and Michael
First Place
the blurred outline
of the southern cross
bushfire moon
— Louise Hopewell, Australia
This haiku speaks deeply about the Australian experience. After the devastating bushfires of 2019 and 2020 the memory of destruction and endless weeks of breathing in choking smoke from the fires is fresh in many people’s minds. The iconic emblem of Australian skies, the Southern Cross, ‘Australia’s favourite constellation’, is blurred, and in a similar way, the fires shook us as a nation. The red bushfire moon is an echo of the devastation of the land and implicitly its fauna and flora, property and human life. Concentrating on the skies rather than the land gives us an expansive view of events and implies hope that the view of the Southern Cross will be clear again. Two powerful images leave us with much to contemplate. A deserving winner of the inaugural John Bird Dreaming Award for Haiku. —Vanessa
We begin this new contest with a distinctly Australian poem, quintessential in two ways. One is the timeless reference to the Southern Cross constellation that appears on the Australian flag. The other is the timely reference to the recent bushfires that ravaged Australia. The two images meet in this poem’s now-moment where one blurs the other. Yet still that outline is visible, even if blurred, just as the moon is visible, offering a sense of relief and hope for the time ahead. This is a poem of emergence, a reminder that even unfortunate events still pass. —Michael