Why can I never get myself together enough to enter poetry competitions? I suspect it’s something in my noddle. I get the entry forms, online or otherwise, and I think, “That sounds like a comp worth entering”, and then time passes and I realise I’ve missed the deadline. It happens every year. This year I’m definitely entering the Edwin Morgan comp (details on the Vital Synz website). Possibly.
I’ve judged a few comps in my time, however. Some were quite daunting, but one I had a lot of fun with was a recent one for children, writing poems inspired by Robert Burns. I judged the upper primary age group – over 200 entries in this category. It was a real pleasure, and the winner and runner-up were obvious even on the first reading.
Maybe I should approach all comps in this light – that I’m going to give the judges a lot of pleasure through reading my entries? But then again, maybe not.