A few weeks ago my poem Rock Plain Boxing Club was shortlisted in the Poems on a Beermat competition, part of the Bradford on Avon Arts Festival. There were over 400 entries, so I was as pleased as punch and very proud. My prize of twenty five beermats featuring my poem was the cherry on the cake. What a fantastic idea for a competition.
Rock Plain Boxing Club
I dream about the Rock Plain Boxing Club.
Wake up anguished
by its non existence.
I cry for the respected founder
who will never channel the town’s young men.
The august officials
who will never holler seconds out.
The local lightweight hero
who will never box me to life.
You can read the ten winning poems here:
The report of the competition judge, Martin Malone, is here: