Poem

Poem

Poem

Housing Aid - Joan Galwey

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1988 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators: Donald Davie, Ronald Blythe

Oh God, it's Miss T., flouncing through the waiting room.
Gasp and cluck follow her."Well I must say!"
"Who's she? The cat's mother?" Mix of pee and powder.
Uninterceptible. "Where's Mrs J ?"

Jewels - Francis Engleheart

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1957 Crabbe Memorial Competition - First Prize
Adjudicators:
John Hadfield, T.R. Henn

Half in the lake I pause and stand.
I may not move to launch away,
But in the shallows stare and stay
Between the water and the land.

Here, where the floating lily lies,
Where grasses bend above the pool,
The air is lustrous with the cool
Fragility of dragonflies,

On the Theft of Edvard Munch's 'Skriken' - John Watts

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1995 Crabbe Memorial Competition - Third Prize
Adjudicators: Jeni Couzyn and Lawrence Sail

If it were just as easy as all that -
leaning a ladder on an outside wall,
smashing a pane and, in one minute flat,
snatching the well-known painting, frame and all,
by snipping the wire that held it into place,
then out again, with hardly any trace,

School Walk - Simon Maier

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1995 Crabbe Memorial Competition - Joint First Prize
Adjudicators: Jeni Couzyn and Lawrence Sail

School Walk
Freiberg 19.5.94

We walked along, as he might have done
With his father a long, long time ago.
A hazy heat, which had broken the
Pattern of rain, made the road dusty.
A swollen river,
Which I liked,
As he had done
And still did,
Probably.
Three shadows.

Summer Morning - David Britton

The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition

1995 Crabbe Memorial Competition - Joint First Prize
Adjudicators: Jeni Couzyn and Lawrence Sail

Until a man speaks
all this is silence.

Out in the mist the cattle
lift their heads back and implore
the gods and graces
to continue blessing.

Man is at wonder still,
the door of his day
half-open.
Marvels in hearing how
the silence is both raucous
and unbroken.