So we’re back in harness… the exams are near, but make a little time for creativity and the imagination, between all your hard revision. So many of you made impressive contributions to our very first PHOTVERSE competition….the job of judging was not easy; we aimed for a balance between a ‘gut-response’ to the imaginative jolt and enlargement that is the substance of art, with the rigour and ‘holistic’ truth of each poem. We short listed and re-read, compared views – and read again, in order to come to our final three, published here. We hope you enjoy our selection; we felt blessed by the very different tone and achievement that these three poets offered in their entries. Over the next few weeks we will be adding in more entries – and hopefully you will see just how talented and uniquely varied are our responses to shared images and ideas.
FIRST PRIZE : MIA MELHUISH
I sat the afternoon by your absent-side
a tumble-worn sack of necessities
and stole a glance of your wayward hand
but found you to be elsewhere.
Tracing skyward our encounters,
I am left gaumless;
a gumless sanctified positionary
who neither writes nor rhymes
But find myself tracing backwards words
and down-trodden smiles
with clumsy lips
that bite me deeper
than you know.
How long shall I chase this vision
that keeps me paralysed,
between sips of conversation
that I half-draw
and half hum.
It is in the silent buzz
of where we stand
what we wear
in matching scarlet crowns
that seem to fade each day
while we are senseless.
I follow your end-stopped trail with a metronome
and a cold hand of creased cards
In bitter love.
You have stolen my essence,
and I have been lost to all these things
SECOND PRIZE – ELISE BUGJEGA
Everybody loves play doe.
A pot of play doe encompasses exceptional potential.
Possibly id make a realistic realty using proper purple play doe
Perchance id perpetuate a proper purple play doe show
Perhaps id produce a proper pop-up purple play doe town
With little play doe shops and not a carefully carved frown
Id compress the proven play doe with my fingers and my hands
And try with all my might to make the pretend people stand
I’d make a purple play doe person and another like a clone
In fact a whole plethora of purple people to make the world feel less alone
Id scrupulously sculpt a stunning magnificent mansion
And id meticulously monitor my little world’s expansion
But I wouldn’t want to deal with the play doe people politics
With pretend people problems projected in the play doe metropolis
fights forcing friction from facing broken promises without proper apologies
With all the misshapen laws causing riots over play doe policies
I would turn a blind eye at the purple people propaganda
For the superfluous promises poured from the face of some commander
And I wouldn’t attend the play doe population elections
For it seems all its carved out to be is a fight for attention
Purple politicians put plaster cast over problems and don’t provide
An idealistic ideology. They use inaccurate accusations in which to hide
From this, annoyed alloys bond together to make allies
And try to destroy the soft society on which we all rely
But id shape them into not fulling off authority
And to make, loving one another more of a priority
play doe people have the ability to build each other up
and to work together to create change in order to help each other up.
They would see each other’s potential and celebrate just that
because they never know when it will be the last time to do just that
Surely doesn’t it make more sense to work as a one and give each other a shot
as after all they are all made from the same pot
In response to prompt 8: HOME
she carried with her a string
of broken homes.
too big, too small, just right.
but she had not hair of golden rye
nor a bed that would contain her dreams,
and so she escaped to where the
sky was the ceiling and the stars were her safety net.
too big, too small, just right, until
it wasn’t and the comfort of the freedom she
once coveted grew suffocating and
home is a carefully constructed creation of
warmth and some people are simply too
she would settle for a house instead.