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Tuesday 25 April 2017
With three months to go before this year’s Betjeman Poetry Prize competition closes, last year’s winner and the second St Pancras Poet Laureate, Archita Sinha, has written her second poem to help inspire the next generation of young poets to enter the competition.
Titled The Sky of My Imagination, Archita’s poem captures her feelings when she is writing poetry – happiness to laughter to fear and confusion. The full range of emotions, helping to bring to life her words on the page. The Sky of My Imagination can be read in full, below.
Closing at midnight on 31st July, this year’s Betjeman Poetry Prize is calling for entries from young poets aged 10-13, around the theme of ‘place’. From favourite spaces, to memory filled buildings or holiday destinations, the interpretation of the theme is down to the individual and what moves them to write.
Entries can be submitted by post of online and more details about the competition, including the full rules, can be found on the website www.betjemanpoetryprize.co.uk .
But don’t delay, this year’s judges, Children’s Laureate, Chris Riddell and poet, Rachel Rooney are poised to receive entries, ready to select six finalists to attend the award ceremony at the awe-inspiring St Pancras International, on the site where the competition’s namesake, John Betjeman’s statue resides.
THE SKY OF MY IMAGINATION
The sky of my imagination is unfolding
Like a stain of blood on paper.
The sky of my imagination is blank
Like eyes without humour.
The sky of my imagination is lonely
Like a melancholy rumour.
The sky of my imagination has clouds
That envelope the grief.
The sky of my imagination has stars
That move in my dreams.
The sky of my imagination has a moon
Which scowls in disbelief.
The sky of my imagination has sadness
Like an unfinished song in the summer.
The sky of my imagination has happiness
Like the brightness of spring flowers.
The sky of my imagination has fear
Like the loud autumn thunders.
The sky of my imagination has confusion
Like the eerie mist in winter.
The sky of my imagination is a crop
From seeds that life has sown.
The sky of my imagination is a mystery
In which nothing is known.