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 2011 West Sussex Competition

Results

Winner & recipient of the Chanctonbury Cup

           Jean Harvey of Horsham - 'Dunes'   

  Highly Commended

Susan Skinner  - 'Evening Walk In Autumn'

Pat Jackson - 'Shatabdi Express'

Paul Ward - 'Visiting A Psychiatric Ward'

Susan Skinner - 'Dragonfly'    

                                                                  Commended  
                                                       Diana Mitchener - 'Thistles'  
                                          Shirley Elmokadem - 'Saying Goodbye To Dad' 
                                             Shirley Elmokadem - 'The Story of a Ticket' 
                                                          Lawrence Long - 'Journeys'  
                                              Jean Harvey - 'The Journey Dreamed'  
                               

COMMENTS OF GEOFFREY WINCH (JUDGE)

 

It was a pleasant task to judge this year’s competition.  It was also a testing one because, of the 56 poems entered, more than half easily could have found a place in my ‘top ten’, and this was the case after reading each one carefully twice, and some three times.  Nevertheless, among those which, for various reasons I decided not to include, there was often  much to admire, and I was able to join many diverse journeys – e.g. a bus to Brighton; the Pioneer space probe; journeys into, through and about peoples’ lives, and I followed the last eagle on its never ending quest.  Some of the journeys were fun, others provided sobering food for thought, and the vast majority were, I thought, inspired and imaginative.  Overall I was grateful and encouraged to have such a wide range of journeys and styles of writing to consider.  However, on those which I eventually selected as my final ten I would like to offer the following comments:–

 

COMMENDED (in competition numbering order)

 

Thistles – This poem seemed a most original interpretation of mythological journeying employing very distinctive imagery : ‘These weedy thistles / squabbling among the nettles / whose thick stems sneer past them / in upward thrusting spears . . .’

 

Saying Goodbye to Dad – The poem engages with sad/bittersweet feelings and remembrances whilst taking Dad’s ashes to scatter, then as they are scattered.  Impressive lines such as : ‘but a ghost of grey dust hung in the air. / It glittered in the sunlight / like a golden halo until snatched away / on a gust of wind’ ensured this commendation.

 

The Story of a Ticket – A short poem, but packed with lines which convincingly captured human reactions and sentiments  in a sticky situation e.g. ‘When he said he didn’t have a ticket / there was a collective hush’ and ‘He reminded me of myself / at that age, except for the / metal studs in his nose.’

 

Journeys – This poem is a short criticism of Tony Blair drawing on the circumstances of his autobiography ‘A Journey’ – ‘now languishing unsold  in bookshops / inanimate testimony of the gone / outsold by a fairytale meerkat’.  Political point-scoring maybe but it does so by way of a meaningful blend of criticism and human sensitivity in a profound and convincing manner.

 

The Journey Dreamed  ‘This is the place I used to live – / I’ll move one day – / uproot and take this cache of dreams / unpack them miles away’ is how this poem commences, and concludes : ‘ – the last farewell / soft on the tongue / and lingering – an aftertaste / like vintage wine / to warm my disappearing as / I cross the line.’ The desire to leave and regrets about leaving are excellently played out in between.

 

HIGHLY COMMENDED (in competition numbering order)

 

Evening Walk in Autumn – Captivating observation, exquisite imagery, then a charming meditation rounds off this poem : ‘We walk the field, air / is still, glowing, a star /hangs over the dipping sunset.’ ‘Cows amble, their glamorous // eyes stare like eastern women / without a veil.’ ‘. . . as if its [a blackbird’s] song has looped and lifted / the four corners of the field / round us and we are all one, mole cow rabbit bird worm,’

 

Shatabdi Express – A cinematic journey through a little piece of India. It began ‘Before the morning opened out’ when ‘a thick mist swung in, / eerie, silent, blotting out the moon’ and reached the point where ‘small boys led bullocks through the fields / and weak sun glinted on a stagnant pool // still India slides past.’ A wonderfully understated poem – and yes, I would have liked to have stayed longer on the train.

 

Visiting a Psychiatric Ward – The poem firstly emphasises the immeasurable differences between ‘the languid peace’ of a road approaching a psychiatric hospital, and the ‘deserts scarred by howling shells’ of a war being reported on the car radio.  It then defines both scenarios as possibly being akin to the peace and/or suffering a psychiatric patient might experience ‘where insurgents have crossed into reason’s land / and blown up bridges designed to uphold / the orderly traffic of thought’.  After sitting in the garden to talk and smoke where ‘blue coils unwind like unspooled tape / or thoughts which cannot hold their shape’ a parallel is drawn between the long journey back to normality for patients and soldiers alike – involved journey themes succinctly and imaginatively handled.

 

Dragonfly – An insight into the short life journey of a dragonfly through its various stages including being ‘. . . caught in the hearse / of a butterfly net.’ One of the poem’s appealing aspects is the way it twice uses retrospection to describe different stages – when ‘Back in time it was a flash of startling colour’ and ‘Further back in a triumph / of egg life it turned into a nymph.’  A captivating poem.

 

THE WINNING POEM

 

Dunes – This poem incorporates two journey themes.  Both are capable of standing alone, or be considered metaphorically.  First the journeying of sand, building dunes and reshaping them as it goes – ‘the yellow sandhills drift, / each atom caught in endless ebb and flow,’ and ‘ their contours shift and trickling sand runs fine,’.  Second, a human journey, ‘its strange attraction, fascinates, invites – / the wanderer, unwary, who intends / to try to cross her rollercoaster heights’ where ‘a mirage plays // and leads him on to perish in the sand – ’.  Seven quatrains – stanzas set in iambic pentameter, end-rhymed abab cdcd etc. Not a single rhyming word can be considered as ambiguous, as the case often is, but all occur naturally to add weight to the fascinating imagery, or the events as they unfold – a wonderfully well-worked poem. 

                                                                      The winning poem  

                               

                                                                                 DUNES


                                                                  Indolent, the yellow sandhills drift,
                                                                  each atom caught in endless ebb and flow,
                                                                  the fierce Sirocco chivvies roughly, sifts
                                                                  grit-heavy clouds that twirl a one-trick show.

                                                                  Graceful curves, long-limbed, dunes undulate,
                                                                  big-hipped, they rise and fall — seduce the eye,
                                                                  their gentle lines deceive and captivate,
                                                                  stretch stark against the vacant, staring sky.

                                                                  But restless, even while soft slopes recline —
                                                                  lie scorching in a shimmer of content —
                                                                  their contours shift and trickling sand runs fine,
                                                                  wipes out the trail — each foot’s unwanted dent.

                                                                  Two-faced, wild desert dreams blow hot and cold,
                                                                   as fickle as a love turned quick to hate —
                                                                   that sudden chill when sun lets go its hold
                                                                   and moonlight freezes every sleeping shape.

                                                                   Harsh beauty, without pity, lures and lends
                                                                   its strange attraction, fascinates, invites —
                                                                   the wanderer, unwary, who intends
                                                                   to try to cross her rollercoaster heights

                                                                   that ripple, perfect — golden skin unpocked
                                                                   and virginal behind the heat’s thin haze,
                                                                   his strength near-sapped, his squinting gaze now locked
                                                                   on far horizons where a mirage plays

                                                                   and leads him on to perish in the sand —
                                                                   another sacrifice to satisfy
                                                                   the spirit of this cruel but magic land
                                                                   where fools are led — to lose themselves and die.