forgive the 24-hour delay. In the UK, the Poetry Society (perhaps akin to our Poetry Foundation?) runs an annual Foyle Young Poets contest, for writers age 11-17. Only a week left until the entry deadline, which probably applies to no one on this distribution list. Obviously, what I’d like to see one day is the the winner of the Foyle Prize go on in the next year to be the youngest competitor in season ___ of the Great British Bake-Off.
You can look at some of their feature projects for young writers yourself. The announcement gave me a chance to look briefly through the 2017 winners, and the 2nd poem of the e-book was a winner for me. Travel by train, mourning loss, checking yourself on mourning, physical books, and Blake? Yes please, give me more and more. Nice lyric here with lots of good similes. Enjoy. -ed.
TRACKS TAKE 2
My book of Blake slid unnoticed into the tracks.
As the train skidded in, I climbed in, unaware.
Later, as my fingers rooted for it, too sick of watching
The landscape blur stickily by, I noted my loss.
I pressed my forehead against the lukewarm pane, and thought.
Thought of the pages slicked back with wind, welcoming
The train rushing in, and the spine
Cracking like a bolt of elastic from the wheel-chopped sheets.
Pages fluttering like the wings of fat, clumsy pigeons–
Maybe strangers will pick up scattered shreds of Experience, and
Revel in reconstructed Innocence.
Irina Petra Husti-Radulet