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Please read the competition rules below and bookmark this page. When you are ready to submit your entries please do so as individual discussions HERE
We are pleased to announce that the winner of the West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Competition ( English language category ) will be featured in the prestigious international poetry magazine - "The Seventh Quarry" Peter Thabit Jones, the editor of the magazine which is based in Swansea, will feature the winning submission together with an appreciation and a picture of the author. The winner will also receive a free annual subscription to the magazine for one year plus the cash prize of $150 ( 100 GBP approx ).
You may submit your entries in Welsh or English. The language categories will be judged separately and there will be a prize for each. Accompanying graphics are not permitted. There is a US150 dollars (approx 100GBP ) prize for the winners in each category. The final submission date is September 30th 2012.
All poetic styles and conventions are welcome ( limericks, however, will not be considered for a prize ) There is no upper or lower word limit. Entries need not reference Wales in any way , shape or form. You may submit up to five entries in each category and work which has appeared elsewhere is acceptable provided you have not surrendered your copyright.
The winner and his/her work will be featured on this site on what we hope will be a heavily trafficked page.
How To Submit Your Poem
Simply join this Group and post your poems individually (and any links) as separate discussions in the group forum ( here ). Please include your name in the subject line. If you wish to include a link to your website or blog please do so but remember that we appreciate a reciprocal link from your blog or website to the Poetry Competition page. Please DO NOT post attachments ( unless you have unusual formatting requirements ). You can simply cut and paste the text of your poem. We welcome submissions that are published elsewhere online provided they are your own work.
Post your poem on your website or blog and post a link to the relevant url as a separate discussion in the group forum ( here ). If you adopt this procedure we will REQUIRE a reciprocal link to the main Poetry Competition page from your blog or website.
Post your submission on your blog and email us with the url ( email@example.com ). We will include it on the Group page. In this case mutual linking is required.
Email your submission to us and we will post it on the group page and credit you as author. in this case mutual linking is an option but not required.
The Fine Print
There is no entry or submission fee for this competition. The requirement to backlink if you are posting on your own blog and linking here ( or submitting a link to your blog on this page ) is obligatory and designed to be mutually beneficial.
Any materials submitted in this group will remain the sole property of the author. We guarantee not to display any poem or any portion thereof on other pages or sites without the express permission of the author. Likewise materials submitted here or linked here can be removed or unlinked at any time by the author or at his/her request.
The Blue of the NightYou said it was the time you loved the best,That hour when day awakens nightIn deepest shades of blue,When stars glimmer in the darkest lightAnd earth becomes an azure hue. Golden Byzantium and Rose Red Petra,Your body gilds my lips, my wordsShimmering shadows on the sandsOf time, whispering softlyIn the twilight you called 'L'heure bleu.' Ages have passed, I think, or so it seemsAnd I have tasted lips carved cold. Now lengthening shadows blot my sightIn the dusk I call 'The Blues of the Night.' Read more →
It’s time I had a time alone. The spirit comes to call at night. An Arab man would cast a stone. My dog begins to bark with fright. He never says a word, this beast, But lust may speak through stares and touch. The ghost, in wrong like wicked priest, Returns. He must atone for much. I feel the weight upon my chest As presence pushes purpled past. I toss and turn all night, no rest. From front or back, he’s cheetah fast. And now, I feel the crush of air As bed begins to slowly tilt. The phantom finger brush of hair Becomes a burden bearing guilt. My husband’s whispers trickle down Like melting ice. The water drops Can weather rock. A tug on gown And sense of peace and purpose stops. The madness starts again; my arms Are pinned like captured butterfly. My body still as cold reforms The sound of silence breaks with sigh. I see depression form in bed. The sudden sag substantiates My spouse’s superstitious head. My poet husband contemplates The curse. A shaman knows the art Of…Read more →
The following links are poems on my blog that I wish to submit to the West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Submission Group:http://thatsaladgirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/not-textbook-villanelle.html http://thatsaladgirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/lucid-dreaming.html http://thatsaladgirl.blogspot.com/2012/07/16712.html http://thatsaladgirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/between-silences.html http://thatsaladgirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-am.html Thank you,Coralie DonkersRead more →
I remember my ex-girlfriend runningthrough a field of sunflowers but it's a dead bumblebee on the wrong sideof the window pane I'm looking at,its downy head of battered fluff as stubbornand bull-headed as a drunk oaf. Bloated, like a bluebottle in a stripy jumper,I roll it off the ledge and onto the palmof my hand, its wings more like frailstained glass windows closed over a pregnant blob. Woollen arms withquestion marks for hands, the hidden tongue,the gilded eye that sees all in honeycomband again I see Bourdon, but she is waiting for me to get out of bed. The sun is shining,the sky is blue topaz. She is at the hotelwindow now, fretting and stampingher feet. We arrived late the night before after a long day driving south. Get up,she says, as she finally bolts out the door. I slip outfrom the warm sheets and walk to the windowand look out to see her running through the field of sunflowers, her hands spread outlike wings skimming off the flower heads that werethe same colour as the…Read more →