Showing posts with label swale life poetry competition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swale life poetry competition. Show all posts

Friday, 1 March 2013

Swale Life Poetry Competition January 2013, Judge’s Report and Results

Judges Report by Derek Adams.

 

DEREK ADAMS 2It is a daunting task being faced with a massive pile of poems knowing that you have to pick a few winning poems out of them. In the end of course they pick you.


After reading through all the poems the first time there is a small percentage that can be easily discarded because the poets have not proofread the copy that was sent off, typos, uncorrected spelling mistakes or worse perhaps incorrect ‘spell-check’ corrections that have slipped in! A second read-through weeds those that look like someone’s first attempt at poetry, heartfelt but not a poem. Then there are the poems written by someone who has not read any poems written since the 19th Century, who write lines in Yoda speak ‘to make rhymes at the end of the line sit’.


By now you have 50% to 70% left of competent, crafted, creative writing. I read these with an increasingly critical eye, looking for: clichés, unneeded adjectives, obvious or over-explained endings, nice poem but so what? It doesn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. Eventually I ended up with a baker’s dozen of good poems, crafted, honed, not a word wasted, all separated from each other by less than a cigarette paper’s width. Then personal bias starts slipping in, here is a good poem and I like it and here is another good poem and I like it, but for some reason you can’t quite put your finger on, one sings to you in a way the other doesn’t.


When I got down to the top five, it is a bit like trying to say which of my children I prefer! But as a judge it was my job to choose, so here is my final choice and why.

 

First prize: Puppy Love, this is a dark poem, it starts dark and builds. You can’t call it a slow burn because it is pretty black all the way through, but nothing prepared me for the last two chilling lines. I have now read this poem perhaps twenty or more times and it still makes the goosebumps rise. Apart from that the lines are perfectly judged (note to self, I must make my line endings as tight as this). Each stanza does its job in creating its own little vignette and still moving the whole poem on.

 

Second prize: Deep Beneath the Waves, is a dream of a dream poem, with pin sharp surreal images. Domesticity is distant and dreaming, but close are dangerous metaphors that rise from the ocean of the subconscious.

 

Third prize: Nailbow, a poem in the shape of a bow, was a bit of a creeper. I liked it on first reading but it felt a bit odd. The more times I read the poem the more it stood out and I realised that what I had at first found odd was part of its charm. The poem has a good rhyme scheme which is kept consistent without feeling forced. A wealth of intricate detail about the bow’s construction makes everything sound plausible and allows you to accept the fantastic elements.

 

Highly Commended


Ties That Bind, is the sad story of a mother who attempted suicide four times and is re-reading her suicide notes in her old age, looking back at ‘…yesterday’s sorrow/ like it’s a mouse turd/ found under the sink.’ This poem is spare with not a wasted word and brutally touching.

 

The Swans, a novel twist on an idea from a familiar fairy tale, engaging and beautifully told.

 

THE RESULTS

 

First Prize

Al McClimens - Puppy Love

Second Prize

 

Madeline Parsons - Deep Beneath the Waves

 

Third Prize

 

Jim Sitch – Nailbow

 

Highly Commended

 

Judith Neale – Ties that Bind

Keith Shaw – The Swans

 

 

 

Saturday, 28 April 2012

Swale Life International Poetry Competition (April 2012)

mandy pannettThe 6th Swale Life International Poetry Competition closes on Monday 30th April 2012. For previously unpublished poems in English Language, on any subject, in any style, up to 50 lines long. Judge: Mandy Pannett.
Prizes: £100 (1st), £50 (2nd), £30 (3rd) and £10 x 2 (High Commendation) plus publication in Swale Life magazine (online).
Fees: £3 per poem, £12 for 5 poems, £16 for 7. (A third of net entry fees goes to Diversity House - the charity that publishes Swale Life)
Enter online and pay securely by paypal or print of Entry Form for postal entries at

http://easternlightepm.com/excelforcharity/swale-life-poetry-competition/april-2012/
Online entries must be received by midnight 30-April-2012, Postal Entries must be postmarked by 30-April-2012.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Results and Judge’s Report, Swale Life Poetry Competition (January 2012)

 

A varied and interesting selection as always, with many poems on the themes of relationships, the natural world, journeys and quests of all kinds.

 

I had no problem selecting the winning three poems or the Highly Commended (although both the latter were nudging hard to be included as main prize winners.) My problems were with several of the Commended poems, which could have been Highly Commended, and with a cluster of a dozen poems that, had space permitted, could easily have been chosen for the anthology. Among them are ‘Thistles’  ‘The Horse’  ‘Skull as Object’ and ‘Away in August’.

 

This was a most enjoyable task and I’m glad to have had the pleasure of reading so many fine poems.

                                   

 

1st        MEN, THIS MORRIS DANCE – GRAHAM BURCHELL

This poem – so original – stood (or danced) out for me at the first reading. I was caught by the vigour of its opening line which continues from the title: ‘Men, this Morris Dance/ is dedicated to our butterflies – sorry.’  Who could resist that ‘sorry’?  I couldn’t. A clever, perfectly crafted, attractive poem that is deservedly the winner.

 

2nd        NIGHT BATTLES – THRYN H.

A sure hand was at work on this poem. I enjoyed  the surrealism of its images, the technical skill but most of all the musicality of its language in lines such as these: ‘if I turned the whole lot over would the feathers/sprout from shoulders/where endless hours used to fit?/ Could I sweep the dusk from eyelids/when I stretch them, glorious, free ...’A hypnotic, compelling poem.

 

3rd        MOUSETRAP – WF LANTRY

Ostensibly a poem about catching a mouse but there is so much more. It’s a poem about suffering, I think, suffering and existence and a reaching after peace in a precarious world. A subtle poem, moving from darkness to dawn, from noon to midnight, written with lyricism and a perfection of language. Take these lines for example: ‘I will need/benevolent new traps. At noon I drive /to look for something it will, caught, survive,/without new suffering laid on my head.’

 

HIGHLY COMMENDED:

 

WASPS – TED WALTER

A striking poem that considers the implications of destroying a wasps’ nest. I was immediately pulled in by the repeated phrase ‘And if I had?’ A poignant, thoughtful poem beautifully written.

 

CUERNCA, SPAIN – VALENTINE WILLIAMS

A simple, lyrical ‘relationship’ poem that builds on the repeated line ‘There was that night’ and uses the image of an owl in moonlight to evoke shadows, a void, loss. Lovely writing here.

                       

COMMENDED:          

 

MURCHISON – VALENTINE WILLIAMS

A lyrical journey/relationship poem that attracted me with its repetition of the place name ‘Murchison’ and the many small details that build up the picture such as ‘Cohen on the player, mournful,/and sandflies biting both our sandalled feet/along the river down to Murchison.’

 

CLAY-LADY – MARGARET WILMOT

An intriguing, visual poem that uses a device I particularly enjoy – the echoing and interweaving of words and images throughout the different sections.

 

LANDRANGER 205 – WILL DAUNT

Here the poet uses the ‘serrated trails’ and ‘contour –scars’ of a map to convey the image of a ‘last stamp-sized scrap of land’ where ‘half the country’s lost.’ Brilliantly crafted.

 

ALMOST HIBERNATING – VALERIE BRIDGE

I chose this poem for the beauty of its language – hypnotic, echoing lines such as ‘The bear must sleep. Must sleep./Back. Sleep. Softly blueberrying.’ An enchanting poem.

 

SOMEWHERE THERE USED TO BE LOVE – CLAIRE PANKHURST

An apparently straightforward narrative of an uninvited guest who realises she/he has made a mistake by turning up, counterpointed by the ‘broken’ phrase ‘and your hand curls round glass breaking.’  A clever, well handled technique that perfectly conveys the emotion behind the events and the sadness of ‘breaking.’

 

 

Mandy Pannett. 

February 2012