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Martha Robinson Poetry Competition 2011

In the 2011 Martha Robinson Poetry Competition there were winners and commendations.

Martha Robinson poetry competition 2010

Winners

1st prize Stop Look Listen By Caroline Scott
2nd prize Hopes for Tomorrow By Mandy Scott
3rd prize Sally the Cat By Richard Peacock

Commendations
This Place where I have belonged By Sarah Walker
The Bluebell Woods By Catherine Anne Roberts
Humpty By Shirley Sides

We have some of the Commendations here...

The Bluebell Woods
By Catherine Anne Roberts

As I walk
Through the woods
I feel the gentle
Breeze on my face
The purple scented
Flowers brushing
Along my
Bare legs
Suddenly I see
A beautiful
Butterfly it
Looked so free
It was so nice
To hear that
Silence
Nothing else
But the
Rustle of
Leaves blowing
Off the trees
It felt so good
To see all
This beauty
Around me
I sat in the
Flowers and I
Slowly leaned
Back to lie
Down it was

So peaceful
And calming
I wish life
Was like that
All the time.


Commendation

This Place where I have belonged
By Sarah Walker

When I leave this place, will anyone notice that I am gone?
Will anyone say- I remember her?
Will there be a broken piece of pottery on a shelf somewhere , as a memory of me?
Will a picture I have made remain somewhere on a crowed notice –board, waiting to be noticed?
Will anyone say “when she was here, we used to do things this way,”
Or, “if she was here now, this is what she would say- this is what she would do?”
Will anyone look after my name, my date of birth, my dates of arrival and departure?
Or will my notes be tided away into some far corner,
So that all reference to me buried deep under a tide of newcomers?
How will it feel to no longer exist in this place I am now so familiar with?
Will I long for the safe spaces I have known here?
Will anyone water the plants I have planted here?
Will someone keep my number in their phone?
Will the person who next uses my locker notice an old sticker uselessly bearing my name?
Will anyone ever begin a story- “There was once someone who came here...” and that someone would be me?
Will anyone say- I’m glad I knew her?
Will anything remain of me, after I am gone?
Or will I vanish as completely as the words on this white board, waiting to be wiped away?


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