All winners of the current competition will be announced on this page with links to all previous competition winners and specially commended entries.
To read the winning entries from our 12th competition just click on the links below and scroll down to view judges’ comments.
The 2018 Competition
1st Prize Prayer To A Jacaranda – Judy Durrant (Victoria, Australia)
2nd Prize Heft – David J Costello (Wirral, Merseyside)
3rd Prize The Mole – Jean James (Mayals, Swansea)
Our 2018 Winner – Judy Durrant
4th Chatter and Requiem – Dena Fakhro (London)
5th All Things Bright And Beautiful – Judith Drazin (Bristol)
6th Breaker – Louise Wilford (Barnsley)
7th After Easter – Aoife Mannix (Oxford)
8th Thessaloniki Station – David Crann (France)
9th According to Dai – Vicky Hampton (Forest of Dean)
10th Division of the Chaff – Sheila Aldous (Teignbridge)
11th A Clock Full of Coal – Neil Gower (Lewes)
12th Thorsteinsskàli – Christopher M. James (France)
13th Wearing Silk Pyjamas In An Aldershot Hotel – M V Williams (Market Drayton)
14th The Boiling Point for Jam – Lynda Tavakoli (Lisburn)
15th From Vivienne to her Tom – Helen Cook (Llandysul)
16th Colouring In The Elephant – Sue Moules (Lampeter)
17th where he lay undiscovered – Deborah Harvey (Bristol)
18th Bonnie Dearie – Sighle Meehan (Galway)
19th “Coming soon” – Laura Solomon (New Zealand)
20th Swansea Son – Laura Potts (Wakefield)
Results were announced on our web site, Facebook Group and Twitter on Monday 2nd July, 2018. We have also informed the UK national press, Literature Wales, Pontypridd Observer and associated district newspapers, SW Echo, the Western Mail, BBC Wales and RCTCBC as well as many organisations on our mailing list. Thanks to Sally Spedding for judging this years competition, and thanks also to all those who entered and look forward to reading your work next year.
Once again, this year (like the last few years) was an especially good one with many, many poems being in contention for the Top 20. And so, in keeping with our aim to reward / recognise as many poets as possible we’ve taken the liberty, this year, to include (below) the names of the poems & poets who Sally Spedding singled out for praise but didn’t quite make the cut:
Contours – Gareth Alun Roberts
The mouth of the gifthorse is filled with food – Heather Freckleton
Ynys Enlli – Romola Parish
Electric Ladyland – Sarah Davies
Sarah – Janet Youngdahl
A stranded sour – Anne Marie Butler
Wonderful in every way – Sighle Meehan
Old couple shopping in Carmarthen – Kathy Biggs
Celtic knot found in translation – Lizzie Ballagher
Borges loved these streets – Gwen Williams
The texture of snow – Noel King
Her diaries – Roger Elkin
Mary the pit lass – Silvia Millward
1918 – Shirley Hammond Williams
The way to mower man – Phil Madden
Time machine – Paul Nash
Owls – Gareth Writer-Davies
Cuttings – James Knox Whittet
Milk – Emma Williams
Cherries and refuge – Janet Youngdahl
The geese fly north – Nick Bowman
The tinning – Heather Freckleton
Finlandia – Stevie Krayer
The godmother – Lesley Burt
Items found in Samson’s field – Ellie Rees
Population control – Gwen Sayers
The tiller fields – Peter Pannie
Breath – Anto Kerins
Revenge of a clockwork orange – Patrick Jemmer
Twelve inky years – Karina Fiorini
Gansey – Gordon Aindow
The flying black pig of Vron – David Belcher
Rachael – Phil Coleman
Friday preacher – Ceri Thomas
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This year’s Welsh Poetry Competition has yielded another bumper crop, showing bravery, insight and compelling imagery. All human life and more was there. Most poems had something to say, were well crafted with no excess baggage or unintended repetitions, and it was these that nudged towards the light…
To be tasked with being sole judge in such an important, international competition has been an honour, also humbling. I’ve been privy to the most private of thoughts, taken exciting journeys of a more physical kind, wanting each entry to share something transformative and original, not simply treading old, familiar ground…
Interestingly, most entries used the 1stperson singular point of view, with the omniscient aspect rare. The danger was overload, which seemed a tad indulgent and self-absorbed. Less is often more …
Several ever-popular themes predominated e.g. birds, trees, the sea, loss, ageing, Wales and Welsh legends, memories, birth, relationships. Three poems used pictures as their theme and a handful were set abroad. WWI and WWII also featured, as did present dangers. There were a few villanelles and a couple of haiku. In each entry I was also looking for an ‘engine,’ not a dribble. Musicality through alliteration and assonance rather than simply chopped-up prose. Instead of well-worn descriptions, those poems that were vivid whatever the theme, mood and setting, internal or external, hit my heart. Each of us is unique, with something different to say, and this competition has again proved it.
Many thanks to Dave Lewis for his support, practical help and encouragement, and congratulations to all those poets who bravely took a chance and whose honed work day by day moved into that light, shining and memorable.
Prayer To A Jacaranda (after seeing ‘Wolf Creek.’), by Judy Durrant
I love intrigue; what lies beneath, and this poem’s very first lines mysteriously drew me in.
Jacaranda – lay your mauve-blue bells upon me
as you do the svelte grass
carpet me like a dead body in your dappled-light runnels
– but first
Those two ominous words ending a psychotic, pig-hunting loner’s plea for that magical blossom to bring him luck and perhaps a woman, pulled me up short. The entréeto his dark, anger-fuelled world…
In this daring, dramatically constructed poem, we have the unnamed mechanic Mick Taylor, with a mind already in disarray, perhaps – as is hinted – from childhood. A Jekyll and Hyde character who enjoys inflicting the most grievous harm on others yet still weirdly self-aware…
for those of us suffering – brain extraction
Or the distraction of a knife in the spine
The poet eschews punctuation and leaves brackets open, suggesting that nothing is closed. Evil will continue, and so it does until at the very end, the killer feels the need to send for a ‘swami’ (yogi) to restore order where…
the mind’s thin glass brink harbours warm-blooded feeling
to where it lies shattered with empathy shivering
and later, at the end…
from the bromide of alchemy’s dearth
let me hug the sobbing –
from three foot six
Everyone has something to hide. Personality disorders abound. This is a soberingtour de force.
Note:Wolf Creek is a 2005 Australian horror film written, co-produced, and directed by Greg McLean. Its plot revolves around three backpackers who find themselves taken captive and subsequently hunted by Mick Taylor, a deranged killer, in the Australian outback. The film was ambiguously marketed as being “based on true events,” while its plot bore elements reminiscent of the real-life murders of tourists by Ivan Milat in the 1990s and Bradley Murdoch in 2001, both of which McLean used as inspiration for the screenplay.
Heft, by David J Costello
From this beautiful poem’s simple title and the first no-frills first line, I was immediately drawn into the fascinating and probably little-known world where lambs of certain breeds of sheep, despite repeated upheavals and displacement, are tugged back by ‘their internal compass’ into
… their heritage of rock.
the heather’s cackle
and the milky-white cartography of snow.
I learnt something new from each of this poem’s twelve very visual yet deceptively simple lines, empathising with these doomed, young creatures who share with us that universal condition of homesickness. When that perfect last line came, I felt close to tears
This poet clearly does realise that less is often more and significantly, amongst the many entries coming close to the competition’s 50-word limit, has delivered a gem. A worthy 2ndprize winner!
Note: Hefting – the instinct of some breeds of sheep to stay in a small, local area. (to heft.)
The Mole, by Jean James
To many people, gardeners and farmers particularly, the mole is an enemy. Destructive and determined, and yet here the poet eloquently, empathically mourns the death of one found exposed to greedy predators.
This is a powerful, imaginative poem whose economy and originality made it constantly stand out and retain its position amongst many much longer, less focussed entries.
sightless in the light…
introduces the main character whose mouth is full of wasps, having toiled
… in the foisty dark,
small miner with those extra thumbs,
shearing away the weight
of soil until…
Another parallel to our human lives in often a different darkness yet where toil seems ceaseless. However, the last, short stanza describes some consolation when noticing much later
where a wreath of pale primroses glazes
Perfectly formed. A worthy 3rdprize winner.
Sally Spedding, 2018
Photograph by Andrew Davies, 2007
To see lists of previous winners and read some of the winning poems, plus the judges’ comments use the links below:
See also our links page for details of other poetry web sites in Wales and beyond.