Plumstead Poet Laureate 2019
The Competition is closed for entries.
The Old Mill, 1 Old Mill Road, Plumstead SE18 1QG
Tuesday 27th August from 8pm.
On Finals Night, the poems can be read by the poet but this is not compulsory. Actors, who will also be the short-listing judges, have been engaged to do the readings where necessary and no indication will be given on the night to indicate whether the reader is the author or not. If you wish to read your own poem then you should contact us when you know your poem has been short-listed.
Before the Finals Night the short-listed poems will be split into 3 groups of 4 for what will be the semi-final stage.
On the night, the first group of 4 poems will be read and the audience in the pub will be given the opportunity to vote by ballot as to which they think is the best poem in that section. The winning poem will go through to the Grand Final.
This process will be repeated twice more so that there will be 3 poems in total chosen for the Grand Final.
The Grand Final will follow the same format and voting process so that it is the public’s choice as to which poem is the winning entry.
If present, the poet will be crowned Plumstead Poet Laureate 2019 by last year’s winner, Caroline Burnett.
NB There is no monetary prize associated with the competition.
Caroline Burnett's Winning Poem 2018:
The Metaphysical Zoo
Going to the zoo today with two of my old mates, must hurry up it shuts at four they may just shut the gates.
The afternoon’s receding now and it’s getting slightly dark, didn't notice the time at all as we walked around the park.
Suddenly it seems very quiet, where did the people go, looks like we've been locked in and walking far too slow.
It seems that we are on our own the animals all in bed, until we round the corner and come upon a shed.
It looks like there’s a light on, we slowly walk that way when we see a monkey carrying a tray.
I can't believe my eyes nor can the other two, the monkey carrying the tray says “come in and take a pew.
Right at the back slumped in their chairs the lions are playing cards; the cheetahs aren't allowed to play so the tigers act as guards.
The tigers are all sergeants, they borrowed the zebras stripes, sitting in the corner are monkeys smoking pipes.
Three giraffes swing hoopla hoops around their necks so slender as the elephants approach the apes who are on a massive bender.
The elephants spray water on several of the apes who by now are very drunk and are swinging from the drapes.
It all seems so noisy now but whatever is that sound, it must be my alarm clock and I slowly come around.
I must get up wash and dress as I’m going to the zoo. It's going to be a lovely day my mates are coming too.