Poem

Poem

Poem

Blazing A Trail - Leslie Leeks

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1970 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators: Anne Ridler, Roger Hayward

"Timber!" Another piece of countryside
Crashes to the ground.
For the population expansion
A blazing trail is made.

The pylons are like giant invaders from space,
And they seem to be going somewhere.
To one of the giant cities, but why
Do they have to come through our place?

Caterpillars - Caroline Price

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1993 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators: Andrew Motion, Anthony Thwaite

It is the season. They are on the move
again, an emerald army shrugging glutted bodies

from the fields of old rape opposite. For days
they cross the road, undulating, like slow water;

penetrate any needle's eye in your neat hedge.
And close in on the climb of stippled white-

While you, inside, are gradually possessed,
seeing wherever you turn the groping prolegs,

Ode to Dr Peter Mark Roget - Marjorie Carter

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1992 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators: D.J. Enright, Elizabeth Bartlett

I love you, Dr Roget......
no, that's not right, you don't deserve cliché.....

I'm partial to you, value you, hold you dear,
I'm nuts about you, got it bad, I dote —
or is that taking things a bit too far?

I only know life would be incomplete
(inadequate, half-baked) without you near,
and can't imagine (fancy, fabricate
or improvise) a world where you aren't here.

The Wasps' Nest - Joyce I Watson

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1991 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators: Jon Silkin, William Radice

The last leaves drift to settle on the field,
I walk the sodden orchard melancholy.
High in the branches of an ancient pear
A papery, pale, lantern shape's revealed &emdash;
A wasps' nest, visible now twigs are bare:
The old queen's palace and abandoned city.