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COMPETITIONS

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VER POETS OPEN COMPETITION 2025

The Winners are:

 

 

    First:        Ilse Pedler             After the Calving

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    Second:   Vanessa Lampert   Roughly the Same

 

    Third:      Mark Totterdell          Bus

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Winning and selected poems published in the competition anthology.

Adjudicator: Rory Waterman

Highly Commended:

 

  • The Swallows have Returned to the Barn’ by Thea Smiley

  • ‘Way to go’ by Richard Side

 
Commended:

 

  • ‘High Fliers’ by Alison Allen

  • ‘How I do the grieving a few years on’ by Kathy Pimlott

  • ‘My mum accidently leaves me a seven-minute message on WhatsApp’ by Jeanette Burton

 
Selected:

 

  • ‘What Mothers Do’ by Sam Szanto

  • ‘Who Lives Behind this Door’ Laura Jenner

  • ‘Lately, she’s been seeing things differently’ by Evie Salmon

  • ‘Lycopodium’ by Helen Overell

  • ‘Time of Day’ by Damen O’Brien

  • ‘Grievance’ by Ian Heffernan

  • ‘Porch With Weathered Angels’ by Ian Royce Chamberlain

  • ‘The Lavant’ by Chris Hardy

  • ‘Postcard from Poland’ by Jenny Hodson

  • ‘Shaving an old Friend’s Head for the First Time’ by Peter Raynard

  • ‘No Q and A’ by Adrian Buckner

  • ‘Another day, placed like a gift at the door of dawn’ by Julia Stothard

  • ‘ The Gatecrashers’ by Christopher Horton

  • ‘Signage’ by Elsa Braekkan Payne

  • ‘You feel it all’ by Rachael Hill    *Please see corrected version below

  • ‘hummingbird | spaceman | boy’ by Mary Mulholland

  • ‘Facing It’ by Siobhan Ward

  • ‘Between Stations’ by Howard Wright

  • ‘The Constitutional’ Howard Wright

  • ‘The foul rag and bone shop of the heart’ by Derek Coe

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We apologise for the incorrect version of Rachael Hill's poem in the anthology. The correct version is reproduced below:

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You feel it all

 

poised beyond the door; afterdark and time

is a bird at roost. A tram hum-whirrs past

road’s end, the mini suns of streetlamps drip

burnt gold on the pavement, smoke twirls lazy,

stars bleed the silent sky - and stillness. But

your body pulsing with impossible

life, every moment, atom, particle,

star, you fizz with chemical reactions,

with lightyears and nebulae remnants; how

the pressure at the sun’s centre equals

one hundred billion earth atmospheres;

how the edges of self blur into night.

You feel it in the yawn that shakes you, how

your body shudders with the weight of it.

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Rachael Hill

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