Saturday, 17 October 2009

Too late

I enjoyed my visit to Rotherham this weekend and presenting awards to the winners of the Mike Haywood poetry competition which I've recently judged. It's always satisfying to select a winner when you can't fault the poem in any way, as was the case with the winning entry "Dates" by Julie Mellor. I was also pleased to meet the short story judge, John Turner, and of course Graham Rippon who organised the event.

I was thinking of entering the poem below into a local competition (the theme was 'heat') but I didn't manage to edit it sufficiently before the deadline. Not to worry; every poem takes its own time. Anyway, here it is so far:

Great White Horse
As polar bears swim
exhausted after the ice,
and glaciers mourn themselves,
a great white horse begins to swell,
gathering walrus, whale and fox
as it starts to rear, to shake its mane,
ready to fling carcasses
sprawling towards the equator,
and then trample everything below
its white, frothing hooves.


Elizabeth M Rimmer said...

A powerful image, Carol!

Crafty Green Poet said...

it is a powerful image!

Glad your visit went well, glad that you found a worthy winner of the competition too

Coastcard said...

Most evocative, Carol: it really bounds off the page.

Anonymous said...

Is it "Too late" to stop the Great White Horse?
I hope I'm not around when it gallops by!
At least you'll be able to fly out of its path, Mistle Thrush.
Better turn down the heating?


Mistlethrush said...

Thanks for the comments everyone. Glad you noticed the link to the title of th post DM.

Anonymous said...

Amazing scenery Carol. There is a distinct lack of Redwings and Fieldfares around the Northern part of East Anglia as yet, although we have plenty of haw berries.

Mistlethrush said...

Roy - Hope you see the thrushes soon.

from the field book

from the field book
An inspiring gift for anyone who enjoys watching nature.