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Poetry Writing Competition 2022

Pick up that pen and go on your JOURNEY!

Email us your poetry and we will post to the website for everyone to enjoy

Send to us at:  bellevueartsfestival@gmail.com

Just sit down and write!

How to join in

 

Our theme this year is JOURNEYS, however we welcome all entries!

No word limit
We will accept poems and short stories 

 

Please include:
Title of your entry (optional)

Full name of author
Email address

If you need inspiration, try these tips from poet and visual artist Helen Ivory

Be as literal or as imaginative as you want to be

Set a timer and write for ten minutes. Try not to overthink what you are writing

Try making short sentences or lists of words, not worrying how they connect

Now read back. Are there any word combinations that you can develop?

My Recipe


Ingredients:
A pinch of mischief
A spoonful of fun
A sprinkle of joy
30g of love
A splash of beauty
A dash of books
And a drop of kindness


Now you will need to:
First add the dash of books
Mix in a sprinkle of joy
Next, crush the mischief until it is soft
Then add the spoonful of fun to the mischief
Now stir in a splash of beauty
After that, coat in kindness
And add 30g of love
Finally, cook in an oven for 30 minutes


And this is me!

 

Gabriella Mountain (9)
Mereside CE Primary Academy, Shrewsbury

VICTORIA COACH STATION

 

It runs like clockwork now, with destinations on computer screens,

Plus information staff to help the most confused of customers.

Between the neat ordered lines, I look for my teenage self,

Scurrying like a rabbit, set adrift in the big city

Before our nanny state had got the job.

 

My townie friends teased the little country cousin

Who found train and tube an ordeal, didn’t know

Who or how to ask the way, walked into gaffes

Daily awaiting the foolish.  Yet, nose-twitchingly wary

I found my timid tracks through London’s lanes.

 

The big city still tempts to the flame, still lures me

In hope of bright-light glamour, rare outings

Even in today’s well-charted territory, I fear to lose

My trembling timorous self between the cracks.

 

Patricia Green