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Bradford on Avon Arts Festival 2017

July 9, 2017

The Poetry Shed

Bradford on Avon Arts Festival 2017 – In association with Words & Ears

Flights of Fancy – Poetry Competition – Judge: Carrie Etter

Competition closing date: 30th July 2017

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Poems of up to 20 lines are invited on the theme of Flights of Fancy (see full entry details, below). Shortlisted poets will be invited to read their entry at a prize-giving event at Bradford on Avon Arts Festival on Sunday September 17th, which will also feature a reading by competition judge Carrie Etter.

American expatriate Carrie Etter has published three collections: The Tethers (Seren, 2009), winner of the London New Poetry Award; Divining for Starters (Shearsman, 2011); and Imagined Sons (Seren, 2014), shortlisted for the Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry by The Poetry Society. She also edited Infinite Difference: Other Poetries by UK Women Poets (Shearsman, 2010) and Linda Lamus’s posthumous collection, A Crater the Size of…

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Our Platform by Paige Collins

July 6, 2017

I am not a silent poet

I’d love nothing more but to go back a couple of steps in life to the days where our biggest concerns were waiting on the street lights turning on, or not allowing new shoes to get dirty. When you had a boyfriend or had a girlfriend they’d say goodbye on the Friday and you’d see them on the Monday.

Throughout time we’ve slowly yet surely transformed into robots, we’re all satirical yet the system’s tyrannical and we don’t even have our own thoughts. Ego’s are fed with a double tap and people only care for shaping their persona, which alone is fake with mistakes to make and likes only being the eudaemonia

I cannot determine what is true or false nor can I bare to witness it all. I see kids who are fifteen living as sweet dream on twitter but not in school halls. I’m massively concerned for the…

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A visitor

July 4, 2017

Roy Marshall

 

Heron

He’s as unexpected
as royalty

on this river-less estate.
A rook sees him off

and I’m at a loss
to describe his going;

something about
a bike in the sky,

a ghost in an unbuttoned raincoat
late for a train.

From The Great Animator, (Shoestring Press 2017)

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