My poem submitted for the Urban Care – Poetry on Palmy contest has come third equal and, yay, there’s a prize-giving this afternoon. It’s great to get a place, but also neat to have something in the real world – so much of my writing now is here on your screen: I’ll be mixing with real people today. The competition was to write a poem about our hometown Palmerston North (New Zealand). The poem will probably be published at some point, but here are the first few lines:
New Shoes, Old Eyes
Returning to your frigid grid
Of fragile kerbs
And surly kids
Where turbined hills
spill spun white glass
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If you’re in Palmy and happen to read this beforehand, the prize-giving is at 4pm at Square Edge.
woohoo! Way to go, Sean!