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Wall of the Words - Poetry Competition

First prize: £100 vouchers, second prize £50 vouchers

Winner to be published in Barnet Libraries “What's On” magazine. Commended entries will be displayed on the Hendon Library’s
Wall of the Words.

Rules:

1. The competition is open to anyone aged 16 or over.

2. Enter a maximum of two poems, suggested donation to cover costs £2 per poem

3. Cheques should be made out to London Borough of Barnet. No foreign currency can be accepted.

4. Each poem must be in English, no more than 40 lines, must not have been published elsewhere, and must be the original work of the author.

5. Each poem must be typed on one side of A4 paper, in single spacing.

6. The author's identification must not appear on the poem, but on a separate sheet of A4 paper with your name, address, email address and telephone number and the titles of poems submitted.

7. No online entries will be accepted.

8. No correspondence can be entered into and the judge’s decision will be final.

9. Deadline for entries is 31 August 2012.

10. Hand in your entries and donation at any London Borough of Barnet Library, or send your entries to: Wall of the Words Poetry Competition, C/O Hendon Library, The Burroughs, London, NW4 4BQ, stating where you heard about the competition.

11. No person may win more than one prize.

12. Please join us Monday 24th September 2012 at Hendon Library Café, 6.30pm for the announcement of who’s won followed by their reading and readings from the floor.

The Judge: Yvonne Green

www.barnet.gov.uk/library-events <http://www.barnet.gov.uk/library-events>

Directions: Turn right as you come out of Hendon Central Station (Northern Line), turn right at The Burroughs (at the 1st set of traffic lights). Hendon Library is on your left before the Fire Station.

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