14 POETS SHORTLISTED FOR THE FIRST FORTNIGHT POETRY PRIZE

Every two weeks a fortunate poet wins £140 - 14 poets get shortlisted, and one selected the winner... the winner's poem appears at this blog, along with their bio and photo... and the best poems from the shortlist become an anthology in time... Here we go...

Shortlist for the FORTNIGHT PRIZE, NUMBER ONE, May 3-17

1. ASHLEY-ELIZABETH BEST, ‘Alignment’ (Canada)

2. AUDREY MOLLOY, ‘A Gradual Eden’ (Ireland)

3. CLAIRE CROWTHER, ‘Pets Don’t feel Pity’ (UK)

4. EMILY OSBORNE, ‘Brute Facts’ (Canada)

5. ERIC SIGLER, ‘The Panther’ (USA)

6. FRANCINE WITTE, ‘Charley Explains Baseball To Me’ (USA)

7. GLEN WILSON, ‘Rented Flat’ (Ireland)

8. IAN DUDLEY, ‘President’ (UK)

9. KATE NOAKES, ‘Edward’s Memory’ (France/UK)

10. MARC BRIGHTSIDE, ‘Influence-A’ (UK)

11. ROBIN RICHARDSON, ‘Without A Roof’ (Canada)

12. SILVIA GRADINARU, ‘Beginner’s Luck’ (Romania)

13. SIMON MIDDLETON, ‘Trev’ (UK)

14. SUZANNE MAGEE,’ Cross-section of a Stairwell’ (NI)

Brief judge’s comments – with over 350 poems from around the world, from well-published figures to first-time poets, the prize has already gotten off to a great start – but this made it a genuine challenge to find only 14 poems to represent the shortlist. There were probably 25 poets with some claim to be here, and maybe 50 or more poems almost good enough to make this list, but these stand out – either in terms of freshness, or intelligent reworking of the tradition, or in terms of simply being satisfyingly imaginative forays into language. I will decide the winner and announce them by Friday. I am going to find it a genuine challenge. The next competition will begin soon, and I hope it is as successful as the first!

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