The
Waterford Poetry Prize is a little
different. It is open to all writers currently living on the island of Ireland,
there is no entry fee, and each entrant may submit one poem only. The first
prize is €400 plus attendance at a designated writing course at the Molly KeaneWriters Retreat, Ardmore in 2019, second prize is €300 and third is €200. Prize
winners also get accommodation in Waterford for the night of the presentation.
The
prize has emerged from the influence of the late Waterford writer Seán Dunne
whose poetry still continues to inspire.
This
year’s judge was Grace Wells who
spoke at the presentation about the judging process and the winning poems. I’ve rarely heard more comprehensive and insightful remarks by the
judge of a poetry competition. It was clear that Grace spent time with the
poems and appreciated the craft and intent of the poet in each case.
The
three prize winning poems are quite different in style, form and theme. First prize went to Noel Howley for his poem, Clare Wedding Lore. This has a great
opening: Driving West along the old road,
into a poem/you said; and then records eight saying with references to
time, the weather, relationships, life and death. In one section he imagines a wonderful alliance of
Poseidon and the Child of Prague. The poem ends with another great line: At the End of the Land we walked backwards
all the way home.
Second
prize went to Molly Twomey for her poem, Cassandra.
This is a most impressive poem about the current climate crisis, titled for the
Trojan prophetess who could foretell the future but nobody would believe her
prophecies. What is most impressive is that in twelve lines she creates an
apocalyptic vision in the language of pastoral, rural poetry. Gannets will break their necks,/ diving for
sardines that no longer exist. She shows, doesn’t preach in spite of using the word preach in the poem.
My
own poem, Lecture Near the Ambush Site,
is a reflection on writing history about the war of independence period and
dealing with tragic incidents, the long lasting effects of which are usually
skipped over. How many families grieved for so long over those killed on all
sides in that period? Grace Wells said that the poem’s attempt to mix the
present and the past was successful and she liked the last line especially: I stopped, could say no more.
Thanks
to the judge, Grace Wells, the Waterford Arts Officer, Margaret Organ, and all
concerned with the competition and the Waterford Writers Weekend. It was a most
enjoyable and worthwhile visit.
Photo Above: Prizewinners Molly, Noel and myself in the front with the Mayor of Waterford. Grace Wells and Arts Officer Margaret Organ behind.
Photo Above: Prizewinners Molly, Noel and myself in the front with the Mayor of Waterford. Grace Wells and Arts Officer Margaret Organ behind.