Published in Overland Issue The 2018 Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poetry Prize · Uncategorized About the prize Editorial team Established in 2016, Queensland Poetry Festival’s Oodgeroo Noonuccal Indigenous Poetry Prize is Australia’s only open-age Indigenous poetry prize for an unpublished poem. Named in honour of Oodgeroo Noonuccal, the first Aboriginal Australian to publish a book of verse, after receiving permission from Oodgeroo’s family and in close consultation with Quandamooka Festival. The winner of the 2018 prize was announced at the opening night of the Queensland Poetry Festival. The prize is open to Aboriginal poets, emerging and established, throughout Australia. The prize for a single poem (or suite of poems) of 80 lines or under is $2,000, plus a series of mentoring sessions with an established Indigenous poet. The highest-placed Quandamooka entry receives $500 plus a membership to Queensland Writers Centre. QPF would like to thank Copyright Agency for funding this prize, as well as the support of Queensland Writers Centre, Overland and Quandamooka Festival. QPF also thanks the Walker family for their support in the naming this prize. The 2018 judges Jeanine Leane and Graham Akhurst Winner Brenda Saunders – ‘Quandongs’ Judges’ comments The imagery, symbolism, and language are powerful and underplayed in a poem that highlights the importance of intergenerational transference of knowledge and tradition. Highly Commended Claire G Coleman – ‘I am the road’ Yvette Henry Holt – ‘Mother(s) Native Tongue’ Julie Jedda Janson – ‘Waiali Possum Cloak’ Jilian Boyd Bowie – ‘Descendant, MABO and Woman’ (suite of three poems) Image: Sunrise and silence / flickr Editorial team More by Editorial team › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.