Competition Winners (February)

IMG_4637Many thanks and congratulations to all who entered our poetry/flash fiction competition for February based on the photo prompt below. We had a lot of entries and our judge, Amanda Jennings, had a tough job to select just two winners (one for poetry and one for flash fiction).

However, we are very pleased to announce our winners who will have their writing published on postcards (also featuring the image) which will be distributed at literary festivals and, eventually, be sold as part of a pack in our online shop.


The winner in the poetry category is Slipway by Tracey Walsh. Amanda said:

“I loved her play on words throughout. I enjoyed her rhythm and the clarity of her idea. Her observation is very keen and the way in which she translates this into words is both skilled and sharp. ‘Rush hour spectator’ a favourite! And her final line, using the combination of ‘slow boat to China’ and ‘China in your hand’ which are both fine allegories for life – on one hand moving slowly towards old age and on the other life so fragile and precious. It was clever to link them.”


Weekend hideaway
A life on the ocean wave.
Back to work Monday.

Where did the years go?
The plans, the schemes, hopes and dreams
Parked on the slipway.

Waking up retired.
Count down time till Countdown time;
Rush hour spectator.

Did you miss the boat?
The wooden boat, slow boat to
China in your hand.

Tracey Walsh


The winner for flash fiction is Born Free by Wendy Booth. Amanda said:

“The quality of writing and completeness of Wendy Booth’s piece won me over. Such a neat idea, perfectly paced, and with a great sense of humour. She has managed to tell so much more of a story than the limited word count allows, which is exactly what you want from flash fiction. She provides the reader with such a clear idea of the two protagonists’ characters and the nature of their relationship – the quiet, resigned, practical ‘I’ and the spoilt, idle, unappreciative Jason. It was a great opening, strong middle and a cracking end and I loved it.”

Born Free

I chiselled at the jackalberry trunk. A canoe seemed our only hope of escape this side of Christmas.
Jason paced the beach, occasionally resting his gaze on me, willing me to grill the sardines I’d caught, before he starved.
“Nearly done,” I said, “How’s the fire doing?”
“Leaving that to you, Darling. You know I’m hopeless at that stuff.”
“I could teach you…”
“But you have such a gift for these things.”

A sublime fish supper later, I redoubled my strength to rub the double-ended paddle to a smooth finish. First-light beckoned – and with it freedom. This island had been my captor for too long.

Jason rose early and watched me haul the vessel to the water’s edge.
“Fantastic job Love. What a gift you have! But, wait, there’s only room for one.”
“So there is. Now, how did that happen, with me being so gifted an’ all?”

Wendy Booth

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