SAETA 2018 Young Writers Award

The South Australian English Teachers Association is again hosting the 2018 Young Writers Award.

Entrants can be from Reception to Year 12 and can submit poetry or prose up to 1000 words in length. Entry is free and closes on Friday 18th May, 2018.

Click on the following link for full details of the competition, including the Terms and Conditions: 2018 Young Writers Award

 

New FSP Management Committee

Following the recent AGM, FSP has a new Management Committee:

  • Nigel Ford (Convenor)
  • Roger Higgins  (Treasurer)
  • Margaret Clark (Secretary)
  • Edie Eicas
  • David Harris

Big thanks to outgoing members, Sue Reece and Paul Wilkins!!

 

March Poem of the Month

The Poem of the Month for March, selected by Anthology editors, Veronica Cookson and Lindy Warrell, is Whassup Mozart? by Gordon McPherson. The Commended Poem is I am not your lover by Alison Clifton.


Whassup Mozart? by Gordon McPherson

How I wonder
you holy grailers,
galactic sailors,
and serenaders
of space time,
blinking and hoodwinking,
through the cosmos,
the universal BIOS,

How I wonder
you disco glitzes
when you power up
your Ritzes
and your ditzy minuets
and jet those rays
around and down
and blitz
the frowning ground,
starfound,
with your rainbow outfits,

How I wonder
you tinsels,
when you sprinkle
your ticker tape parade
on the stellar freeways,
those ballets
and screenplays
of technicolour highs
and ballroomeyes,
when your cries
sing like millions
of magic flute sighs
in the quicksilver hordes
aboard the night sky,

How I wonder
you Cosi Fan sparklers,
in the rococo thunder
of your torn asunder
starbrights,
kinking the gravity fields
and sinking your far heights
in the light’s plunder,

How I wonder
you Big Bang strays,
you supernova front pages,
you red shift tearaways,
and how I ponder
you Mozart DJ’s,
what you wanderers
what you twinklers
really,
really are.… Click for more

February Poem of the Month

The February Poem of the Month, selected by Anthology editors, Veronica Cookson and Lindy Warrell, is The Man Who Walked by Fred Willett.

Here is Fred’s poem:

THE MAN WHO WALKED by F J Willett

His days were bleak and grim and gray.
His mood was dark and fell and fey.

Her hair was black. Her raven hair
That framed her face and haughty stare.

He walked alone without a hope.
He never saw her, never spoke.

He walked across the village square.
He passed the woman standing there.

She had no smile for him that day,
No smile to light his shadowed way.… Click for more