The 2014 winners from our eighth competition are below. Scroll down to view judges’ comments. To read the winning poems check out our anthologies page.
The 2014 Competition
1st Prize – The Pain Game by Kathy Miles
2nd Prize – albatross by Robert Marsland
3rd Prize – Remembrance: All Hallows by Eluned Rees
Photograph by Dave Lewis
4th hither by Gerry Childs
5th Journey to the Sheep / Part Two by Jane Fox
6th Bertie Dachshund by Silvia Millward
7th Tobias Schimdt Changes Key by Sally Spedding
8th Tolkien WW1 Thomas by Paul Hawkes
9th Confessional by Rhys Trimble
10th The law of talons by James Walton
11th In Yoshino by Timothy Russell
12th I have not photographed by Gareth Davies
13th Ffestiniography by John Lonsdale
14th Pharming Today by Lynn Roberts
15th Berkeley Supermarket by Alex Irish
16th The beginning by Natalie Holborow
17th The Arborist by Ellena Deeley
18th Estate of Mind by Sion Tomos Owen
19th Questions by Tom Gatehouse
20th You need to know by Eloise Williams
A Rivers Story by Matilda Shannon
Photograph by Dave Lewis
A special prize giving evening was held at Clwb Y Bont, Pontypridd on 23rd July 2014. Several of the winners travelled from many miles away to receive their prizes and read out their work, and we’d like to say how grateful we are that so many made the effort to contribute to a great night.
Results were also announced on our web site, Facebook Group and Twitter pages. We also informed 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 Eloise Williams for judging this years competition, and thanks also to all those who entered and look forward to reading your work next year.
A very high standard this year, 2014. Overall the quality was very good and there were a large number of poems. The three winning poems were all exceptional and an excellent reminder of the true value of the poetic form and it’s rightful place in our society.
The Pain Game, by Kathy Miles
I have to confess, I’d never really liked poems about paintings, and especially “famous” pieces of art; often feeling they seldom add any fresh perspectives to the original work and sometimes even have a somewhat parasitic quality. Edward Munch’s, ‘The Scream’ is one of the most famous, and instantly recognisable pieces of art in existence. It’s also iconic, in that it has often considered to be the one painting that captures all the existential angst of modern man. It is also one of my own favourite paintings. And so, here I am judging this years competition and in my hands is “a poem about ‘The Scream'” and despite all of my misgivings, I am completely won over!
Yes, this is a poem about ‘The Scream’, and it’s as good an appraisal of the painting and you are ever likely to get. And, as it’s also written with all the freedom the medium of poetry affords it is able to go far beyond the sterile analytical prose of the art critic: “The flay of his face held between / splayed fingers. Eyes wide, mouth open, / his head a burnished planet”. Yes, it is all of that, and so much more. The writer cleverly weaving questions to Munch (questions we might all like answered) from an imaginary interviewer. Each question probing further and further into the dark recesses of his mind: “Tell me, Mr. Munch, on a scale of 1 to 10 / how bad is the pain?”. Each one giving us fresh glimpses into the inner turmoil that inspired the painting; that existential crisis Munch experienced as the Norwegian mountains and fjords were transformed into a landscape of the soul by what he described as “the enormous infinite scream of nature”.
The poem is lyrical, and filled with striking, original images: “How the soul cracks / like a shattered egg before the shriek of colour.” It also cleverly mirrors Munch’s chosen painting style by using colours to express emotional states: “How the scream rises from the mouth of the earth / red as blood, as tongues of fire”.
Yes, in all so many ways, this is a poem about the Scream, and yet it stands alone, by itself, as an excellent and highly original work of art. A very worth winner of this year’s competition.
The Albatross, by Robert Marsland
Haiku like. Lyrical. Elliptical, yet flowing like the oceans which it depicts. Each line, each image “spin your aria of flight through the sound of nowhere”, building and lifting until the reader is soaring like the very bird which is the main focus of the poem, “fleet the deep-blue ocean with white skimmering wingtips”.
Being a keen ornithologist, again, when its subject matter is such a magical and mythical bird as the albatross it would need to be a very, very, good poem to captivate me. And then, also, there is the Coleridge issue. The popularity of his poem being such that, ironically, it has often been the proverbial albatross around the neck for any writer brave enough to attempt writing a poem about this subject.
And yet, it succeeds so magnificently and the reader is completely “won over”: “surrendering to lonely beaches, the bleak grey-black southern shores”.
This poem ends with lines of magical beauty that have a simple, but moving, zen like quality sometimes found in the best of the Japanese short-form but rare in Western poetry: “so to make the water and sky know you / – the whales and ships sing / bright into the distant light”.
As is often the case, less is more. Another excellent poem, and a worthy runner-up.
Remembrance: All Hallows, by Eluned Rees
A truly remarkable poem. The writer seamlessly merging past wars, past glories, past failures, with more recent military campaigns. They say, “history never repeats itself”…but when it comes to wars and bloodshed, and all the jingoism (and of course just a dash of “our god is better than your god” religion) that goes with it, of course it does. “Flags raised, caps thrown / in the air of Victory – / or dreams, of graphite, / oil, diamonds”.
This poem successfully reminds us of the pain, loss, and, above all, futility of all wars; yesterday, today or tomorrow: “Smother the din of bells / in good Thames mud – / damn the memories / of a choir of widows”. We, the people, all of us, on both or all sides, are the ones that really suffer: “over rows of dead boys / from Copperfield Street – / traded-in for the beam / of a holy heart on stained / glass…”. While the war makers: the kings and queens, the political and religious leaders, the money makers…sit back and watch: “Halig, the bald witch / who never gives a tea-time fig / for rook-song jigs”.
It’s phrasing, choice of words and use of language has a timeless quality – it could have been written a hundred years ago, fifty years ago, or today – which makes the message all the more powerful. Managing to combine great lyrical beauty with images which are both striking and moving: “Children, soft as tufts / of sheep’s wool / tangled up in the wire –”
This could be described as an “anti-war poem”, but it is so much more than that. It is a rallying cry for peace: “Bring them back, / the young, / before they’re chained / to the war mast –”. A timely reminder of the similarities found in all conflicts, and a plea for the true value of the precious gift of life and a hope of new beginnings: “Bring them back before the / faithful seeds / of all their summers / shrivel under consecrated / sods of Earth.”
Another very accomplished poem which rightfully takes its place among the top prize winners.
John Evans, 2014
The winners of the second five years of our competitions can be found in our second anthology. Why not purchase a copy of ‘Ten Years On‘ available direct from us or from Amazon and other good book stores.
See also our links page for details of poetry web sites in Wales and beyond.