Mini-competition 10: Dark Interiors
Here are the winning entries (the full adjudication can be found on our blog):
Winning poem by Peter Branson:
Beguiling feral wilderness, red shift,
leaves rusting, chasing shadows, he appears
with feather duster, tangling parachute
plucked from its tower to bounce and tumble on
the sward, lie breathless, as though dead, fix friends.
Windfall, his hand-tame crow, proud on his wrist,
mends scalded minds - one of the gang, his neck
of melted plastic, cheddar, frayed ropes' end.
Matt black up close and vast, skittish from fist
to shoulder blade, death masque, the beak's a vice,
carved ebony, the eye inscrutable,
a power tool, the fortune teller's orb
of jet, blintered star-fade, the infinite
silk-water deep. Light drowning, I'm afraid.
The Four Cs
The jewel is of good size,
but not ostentatious.
The gem is well-proportioned
and of shapely cut,
with external sparkle
and abundant inner fire.
Colour varies with ambient light,
often with a trace of blue.
Viewed with the naked eye,
this treasure possesses transparent
perfection, but close scrutiny
after long acquaintance reveals
a tiny heart-shaped inclusion
of unconverted graphitic carbon.
No matter that the sky glowers.
And the sun – in its caravan, curtains drawn.
If I make for the river, I'll find Horehound —
stems silky as my rabbit's foot
tiny white flowers foretellings of snow.
With rocks by the water's edge, I'll grind it
cup the sap in my hands and wash.
My face will turn
as though ripened by long walks.
No-one will know it's been the darkest of summers.
Low pressure, cloudbursts - always mud underfoot
that brings worms to the path in the morning
as I huddle to piss
pyjamas, coat pulled over
the lank of my hair
the hedges, the mushrooms
No key for this lock, this
plate, this door behind a
door which once let out but
now lives in. Handle slips
her fist, half turns to give
too soon, an empty twist,
no catch, no forwarding or
back, no leaving, no admitting.
This door behind a door stands
out of time, asks if she is sure,
if she accepts a thing that
shouldn't be but is, will only
open when her grip is tight
and dry, burning to let go.
The Dark Room
a tender curve of stem and arm
her tulip fringe the flower bed
the crazy paving stones
the park composed to please
reflect the sun
like any other object
but like the moon she dreams
each printed piece of her
each glittering trace of
shadowed self unspooled
in interludes of black and white
across the park which lies
silver as a dish of salt
Annual Debut Novel/Novella Prize
- 1 year's free mentoring/(for those who have completed mentoring) 100 copies of the novel + publishing contract.
- Open to those who have not had a novel previously published.
- Judged by Ian Gregson.
- The fee is £12.
- Submit only the first 10,000 words of the work. Shortlisted entrants will be asked to send their full manuscript once that stage of the judging has been reached.
- Deadline: 31 July, 2017.
Debut Poetry Collection Prize
- 1 year's free mentoring/(for those who have completed mentoring) 100 copies of the collection + publishing contract.
- Open to those who have not had a full collection published.
- Judged by Judy Kendall.
- The fee is £12.
- Deadline: 30 November, 2017.
Annual Short Story Prize
- First place: one year's free mentoring/free place on a Ty'n y coed course;
- Second place: pack of short story collections + one year's subscription to the bookclub;
- Third place: one year's subscription to the bookclub;
- Publication of the winners and two runners’ up stories in our new annual, The Cinnamon Review of Short Fiction.
- Open to beginners and established writers.
- Judged by Adam Craig.
- The fee is £12.
- Deadline: 31 May, 2018.