THEME:
Poetry themed around a harbour scene, beneath a bright, full moon. It may be a summer's night, humid or cool ... a winter's eve shrouded in mist ... whatever takes your fancy. You may write of your own memories of a time by the harbourside at night ... of sorrow, of love, of anything. Whatever you write, I would like to see some attempt for the poem to capture "the spirit of the age" ... to be relevant to - and to speak of - the age in which we are living now.
RULES:
For this contest, I want you to take the image of a harbour moon and play with it as if it were putty in your hands, using your skills as wordsmiths to mould that putty into poetry.
You may use any form, write in any style (except all-lower-case, sticky caps, and such - which I detest and will DQ).
Maximum length 25 lines (I have never been fond of epics).
Use poetic devices, impress me with your employment of words (but don't overdo it ... nobody wants to have to reach for a dictionary every time they read a line of a poem!). Ensure your craftsmanship and dedication shows in your entry - no typos, spelling errors (et al). Work should be utterly complete upon entry in a contest after all! The occasional metaphor is welcome, but do not write the entire piece metaphorically - I want the above theme used, not substituted with something else!
MISC:
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I will offer comment on each piece I receive, though full critiques will only be given if I have the time to construct them.
My decisions as Editor/Judge are final, and I will not enter into discourse over them.
Enjoy!
Image downloaded from an Enya-related site.
If anyone wishes to donate additional points, please IM me and I will ensure they are added accordingly.
Poetry themed around a harbour scene, beneath a bright, full moon. It may be a summer's night, humid or cool ... a winter's eve shrouded in mist ... whatever takes your fancy. You may write of your own memories of a time by the harbourside at night ... of sorrow, of love, of anything. Whatever you write, I would like to see some attempt for the poem to capture "the spirit of the age" ... to be relevant to - and to speak of - the age in which we are living now.
RULES:
For this contest, I want you to take the image of a harbour moon and play with it as if it were putty in your hands, using your skills as wordsmiths to mould that putty into poetry.
You may use any form, write in any style (except all-lower-case, sticky caps, and such - which I detest and will DQ).
Maximum length 25 lines (I have never been fond of epics).
Use poetic devices, impress me with your employment of words (but don't overdo it ... nobody wants to have to reach for a dictionary every time they read a line of a poem!). Ensure your craftsmanship and dedication shows in your entry - no typos, spelling errors (et al). Work should be utterly complete upon entry in a contest after all! The occasional metaphor is welcome, but do not write the entire piece metaphorically - I want the above theme used, not substituted with something else!
MISC:
^^^^^
I will offer comment on each piece I receive, though full critiques will only be given if I have the time to construct them.
My decisions as Editor/Judge are final, and I will not enter into discourse over them.
Enjoy!
Image downloaded from an Enya-related site.
If anyone wishes to donate additional points, please IM me and I will ensure they are added accordingly.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on November 5
- Rewards: Gold: 800, Silver: 400, Bronze: 200, Honorable mention: 3 people
- Final notes: Many thanks for the entries I have received in this contest, and which I have very much enjoyed reading and commenting on. Apologies again for the endless bout of setbacks that have seen this contest so delayed; your patience has been duly appreciated, and as such, I have increased both the points for gold,silver and bronze, also awarding 3 HMs. HMs will be awarded a total of 100 points each, rather than the system-allowance of 30; the 70 point excess will be paid to you manually.
Congratulations to those who placed in the Judging, and my sincere thanks to all for entering and giving me some good material to read.
Best wishes, Stuart.
Contest Winners
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by MortalPhoenix 18 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 9 8:39 PM. In Personal, Nature, Love
Silver trophy winner
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The water laughed so softly as it played around the boats
That swung beneath the stars, beside the quay• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
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Three old salts with over 200 years between them,
made their way down to Albert Dock once again.by LittleMoon 30 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 27 4:15 PM. In Life, Sad, Based on History
Honorable mention
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Every shade of liberty
glitters the horizon--• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Entries [14]
1 - 14 of 14
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It was a dark night and the wind blew cold,
Through dock and pier and home and hold.• Commented on by judge. -
The outburst of song
From a young childby sad-eyed anime girl 12 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 9 3:44 PM• Commented on by judge. -
The flash of the ships is bright
in the midst of a cold winter night.• Commented on by judge. -
I remember a night in June
you picked a rose from the garden,• Commented on by judge. -
Lapping of the water’s edge,
the evening breeze does blow• Commented on by judge. -
• Commented on by judge.
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Thank you so much for the silver!
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