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Buxton Poetry Competition

Buxton Poetry Competition 2015  – winners announced!


Open Category – First Prize 
Aly Stoneman


Father, you pelted our legs with tiny windfall apples
when we looked for you at dusk. You would not recognize
the orchard now; a storm felled the old Bramley and Pippin,
we lost Browns and Discovery to voles, root-nibblers,
that long cold year the Crimson King rotted, crashed down.

Hard green apples bounced like raindrops, raised
bruises as we chased and hollered. You knew where
the robin nested, prime locations of knots and hollows,
you lifted me up to see, it was you made me flinch.
You watched Exeter burn when you were five.

Father, you came from a time hard as windfalls,
territorial as birdsong. When we buried you,
Spring sunshine fell through bare branches,
sheep bleating in orchards beyond the churchyard walls.
If you walked in now, you wouldn’t know us.

Second Prize – David Wilson
Third Prize – Joe Caldwell
Highly Commended – Gillian Knibbs
Commended – Helen Storey

Youth Category – First Prize
Nat Norland

Epitaph for a Building
There are only two walls
Standing, and the roof
Has caved in, leaving
A gentle curve of rotted planks
From horizontal to vertical.

A moss quilted milk carton;
Maps of Cumbria and Amsterdam;
Half a walnut shell;
Lie scattered amidst
The plywood and asbestos wreck.
To one side, a wheelbarrow
Rests overturned, buckled
Inwards, its tyre tracks perished.

On one boarded interior
Someone has painted
“DIE” in lumpy faded letters.
An order perhaps, duly obeyed
Or a statement of being.
An epitaph for a building.

Second Prize – Tia Owen
Third Prize – Lucy Thomas
Highly Commended  –  Elysia Wright
Commended – Jordan Raisbeck

Children’s Category – First Prize
Dolores Hope

Rush Hour In London
Look at your watches everyone
It’s five o’clock and it’s time to run.
The work has ended
The hours come
Run everybody, run, run, run.

Cyclists whizzing around the town
Men in suits, black and brown.
A squeal of brakes, an angry horn
The conductor’s whistle, full of scorn.

The doors close and just miss my nose,
What a waste of time!

Where are you going?
Get out of my way!
Don’t look at me
I’ve had a tough day!

Commended – Anastasia Torubarova
Second Prize – Frances Purdy
Third Prize – Fiona Morrison
Highly Commended – Niamh Macpherson


Download the  Buxton Poetry Competition Anthology 2015 here


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