HPC Presents: Iron Poet Winner!

Our Iron Poet Competition has drawn to a close, and we are pleased to announce the winners!

Third place was a tie between Mustafa and Tommy! Congratulations, you two!

Second place was Adrian! Well done!

And for first place, the poet with the highest final score and winner of the title of Iron Poet, we have:

Atticus! Feel free to snag the graphic and "wear" it with pride, Atticus! We salute you!

The winning entries:

#1.

I on trail in Appalachia

Rolling down mountains,
doubt fogs all my assumptions.
I am inconstant.

The cool of this morning air,
tempers the ascent of stone.

#2

On the Gravity of Apples and the Sobriety of Angels

Never informed by the sobriety of angels,
You have been this way since before

Jesus wept.

I dare not call you capricious,
in describing your erratic disguising;
you remain unbruised

or scared by the gravity of apples.
Yet you are not at all

inconstant,

you devilish dog star rising.

#3

The Moon InConstantiople

In Constantinople they cried
A sword in Constantine's side
The inconstant moon
had signaled their doom
And the Byzantine Empire died