New Poetry Competition and Wordy Challenge
I’m home from holidays with new nuggets and a new wordy challenge for you.
Nuggets For You: Sean Dunne Poetry Award
I’m delighted to tell you about a new poetry competition in honour of Waterford poet Sean Dunne. It’s open to poets from all over Ireland and you can write your poem on any theme. Entry is €5 for one poem and €10 for three. The judge is well-known Lismore poet Thomas McCarthy, a friend of Sean Dunne.
Photo Description: This is a poster which contains all the info about the Sean Dunne Poetry Award. The information is on the website and may be more legible there, but if you want to know what it says, email me on derbhile@writewords.ie.
You can email your entries and the closing date is 12 May. You’ll get all the submission details on the Lafcadio Hearn Gardens website. This festival is part of a literary weekend for Sean Dunne happening in June, which I’m involved in, so watch this space.
My Own Nugget: Successful Schools Residency
I’ve recently finished my school residency in St Mary’s Boys’ National School, Ferrybank, Waterford – apart from some paperwork I have to trudge through. The boys produced highly detailed stories about Viking warriors and World War One soldiers.
I was impressed with their attention to detail, imagination and humour. And I was impressed by the boys themselves – their liveliness, kindness and enthusiasm. It appears they were also impressed with me, because both classes I taught made thank you-cards for me.
Weekly Wordy Challenge: Airport Loneliness
I’m adding a new feature to newsletters in future. I think it’s a heap of fun to make up a word for concepts which don’t have a neat word to describe them already. So, I’m going to give a description and you can send me your word ideas. No prizes, I’m afraid, but I will mention your name as the winner and you’ll achieve immortality as the creator of a new word.
As I’ve come home from holidays, we’ll kick off with a word for the peculiar loneliness that hits you when you pass through Arrivals at an airport and there’s no-one to meet you, even though you weren’t expecting anyone. Answers on a metaphorical postcard to derbhile@writewords.ie.