I´m so excited to tell you all that
I´M GETTING PUBLISHED!!!!
Really really! I´ve written poetry since I was small, 8 years old at most and this is my first time getting published in an actual book. I didn´t realise how special it was at first, my mum sent me a message and pictures of this letter from United Press and I was like okay I didn´t win the competition I entered in November, no biggie. And they want me to order their anthology okay.
But then I actually read it properly and I´d gotten to the final stages of the competition so they wanted to publish me! I´m so happy! It was a little complicated sending the forms back to my mum seeing as we´re in different countries and there´s a one week deadline (bit harsh) but thank God for modern technology. I´m going to buy a few copies of the book, which includes work from other people and be sure to give one to my Grandad, who gave me my first notebook for anthologies.
The competition was a Local Poetry competition (details here, well kinda... not sure if the 2016 competition is still on the website) and you could write about anything provided it fit in with the theme. I sent two poems but this is the one that they liked the most:
A town of two sides, somewhere
Out of the way
A suburb, with trees and parks
A blur of green and a deep sigh
Of fresh air
I say London, it’s a lie
More Essex since TOWIE
But still a border town
A town of two worlds
Connected yet distant
With a bus that runs once an hour
Out of the way
A suburb, with trees and parks
A blur of green and a deep sigh
Of fresh air
I say London, it’s a lie
More Essex since TOWIE
But still a border town
A town of two worlds
Connected yet distant
With a bus that runs once an hour
But you’ll need your oyster card
Children run around
Children run around
Once released from
‘excellent’ establishments of education
Young energy in a town which
‘excellent’ establishments of education
Young energy in a town which
makes me happy
A territory
With faces I recognise
Mine, and yours
Great for long walks
A lived in escape
From our neighbouring concrete jungle
Home.
A territory
With faces I recognise
Mine, and yours
Great for long walks
A lived in escape
From our neighbouring concrete jungle
Home.
The rights to the poem remain my own (of course)
It´s about the town where I´m from and its identity. Not sure if it´s my best work but I meant it. Congratulations to the winner!
So thank you to everyone who supported me writing that particular poem (Mummy, Alice, Roz, Elaine, even Michael, maybe the volunteers who I may have forced to read it) and everyone who has ever supported my writing ever!
One excited published poet,
Antonia xxx
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