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Scottish International Open Poetry Competition

Diploma and Prize Winners 2005 (34th and final year) - click here

Diploma and Prize Winners 2004 (33rd year) - click here

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Patrons: High MacDiarmid & Sean Connery
Supported by: Irvine Burns Club, Ayrshire Writers and Artists Society and North Ayrshire Council

The Scottish International Open Poetry Competition in association with Ayrshire Writers and Artists Society was founded in 1972 by Henry Mair and patronised by Hugh MacDiarmid. Its last year was 2005.
Scottish International Open Poetry Competition, 42 Tollerton Drive, lrvine, Ayrshire, Scotland KA12 0ER
If writing, please quote www.irvineayrshire.org as the place you saw the details

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Diploma and Prize Winners 2005 (34th and final year)

Scottish International Open Poetry Competition Winners 2005 - UK Section

Marjorie A Mitchell, Edinburgh – FIELD POST (CENSURED)
Pat McLean, Loughborough, Leics – MY LITTLE PIECE OF BRITAIN
Mike Davenport, East Linton– THE LAST WORD
Rohan Kar, Colchester – SEEING TRUE
James Adams, Dundee – THE NEW SCOTTISH PARLIAMENT
Emma Akuffo, Bishops Stortford, Herts – LOVE SPOKE
Deborah Trayhurn, Heswall, Wirral – THE CHARACTER OF STONE
Pim Claridge, Earlston – STUBBLE FIELDS
Caroline Otterson, Bristol – PICTISH MEMORIAL
Christine Rowley, Winterley, Cheshire – RAIN
Vivien Jones, Powfoot, Annan – IN EARLY AUTUMN
Margaret Gleave, Southport – WHEEL OF BIRTH
Ken Angus, Gorebridge – STANDOFF
Isobel Thrilling, Romford, Essex – ASSEMBLING THE YARN
Agnes Ford, Grangemouth – THE HONEYMOONERS
June Moreland, Stapenhill, Burton on Trent – DISGUISE
L Moray, Southampton, – INDIAN GIVERS
Duncan Fraser, Perth – A FREQUENTER OF LONELY PLACES
Sylvia Telfer, Bristol – MY HANDS
Raymond A Wall, Barrow-upon-Soar, Leics – MEMORIAL
Deborah Tyler-Bennet, Loughborough, Leics – All Saints, All Souls, A Chime Child’s Vision
Lunne Wycherley, Oxon – SHETLAND LACE
Robert Kennedy, Glenisle, Perthshire – DOWNSTAGE
Tom McFadyen, Kirkintilloch – cul-de-sac
Glenn Louis Pettit, Barbourne, Worcs – A Lesson
Robert Davidson, Dingwall, Ross-shire Mooney Bay – Isle of Skye
Kate Blackadder, Edinburgh – Postcards from Arran
3rd. Pat Fox Edinburgh – HIS LIFE
2nd. Mrs Mottram, Sutton Coldfield – CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS
1st. Jim C Wilson, Gullane, E Lothian – THE TIME OF MY LIFE

Scottish International Open Poetry Competition Winners 2005 - International Section

Susan Flynn, Paws, Co-Dublin – IN MEMORY OF LOUIS
Breda Vojovec, Ljubljana, Slovenia. – OAKS
Mae Leonard, Co-Kildare, Eire – VISITOR
Marie Gahan, Dublin – Adonis Bearing Doughnuts
James P Rainey, Australia – THE STORY OF A SOLDIER
Vivek Kumar Singhail, Punjab, India – LEARN TO SMILE
Johan Shaw, Dartmouth, NS Canada – A STRANGER
Margaret Eddershaw, Nafplion , Greece – TO NEE
Wendy Holborow, Corfu – FUTILE REVENGE
Mary-Patrice Woehling, New York THE BANSHEE
Jillian Eitzen, Waterloo Crnr, Australia. – Lessons: On The Land
D, Gary Christian, St Clara Utah – JADED ROAD
Maria Wallace, Dublin – WORD sounds
Florence Loke, Ciney, Belgium – WE LIVE BECAUSE OF TOMORROW
Eileen Casey, Tallaght, Dublin – COAL
James Flett, Torres Fuengirola, Spain – AULD SALTIE
Edward Thomson, Scarborough, Ontario, Canada. – Glasgow Hame
Lynne E Boland Kitchener, Ont Canada. The Pipers’ Black
N Colwell Snell, Salt lake City, Utah – Leaves of Autumn
T Anders Carson, Ont. Canada – A butterfly wheelchair
Gabriel GriffinOrta NO, Italy – QUETZAL
Maroula Blades, Berlin – REBIRTH at Anapurna Mountain
Clarence C Socwell, Ogden, Utah – THE LORELEI
3rd. Donna K Mackert, Herriman Utah – The Legend of Coyote Willow
2nd. Mae Newman Dublin – Mark of the Swan
1st. Gwyneth Box, Madrid. – GROWING UP

Scottish International Open Poetry Competition Winners 2005 - Scots Section

Mary Johnston, Bonnyrigg, – DISNA KEN HE’S LIVIN
Catherine McArdle, Polmont – EVACUEES 1939
David D Angton Perth – THE DOPPEL GANGERS
Jean Massie, Tayport, Fife, – Security Blanket
Mary Smith, Castle Douglas – STAUNIN STANES
Isobel Neill, Cramond – MARY’S SANG
Aitken Fyall, Bronwydd, Carmarthen – FIRSTS
Jean M Aitken, Cardross, Dumbarton – TAE A RE-HAB’T KIRK
Andrew Mccallum, Biggar – Tweed at Peebles
Peter Cameron, Lasswade, M/Lothian – Hundersoles
Joan McGavin, Southampton, – Hunt the Gowk
John Duffy, Edgerton, Huddersfield – ASHYPET
3rd David C Purdie, Loanhead, – LEDDY STAIR’S CLOSE
2nd Elaine Morton , Edinburgh – Hamelorn
1st George Philp, Muirend, Glasgow – Thochts Anent Sangshaw and Penny Wheep

Scottish International Open Poetry Competition Winners 2005 - Long Poetry Section

Ruth O’Callaghan, Mortlake, London – HELEN (i.m.)
Louis Foley, Blackford, Carlisle – SOLDIER
Peter Gillot, W/Minster – MOUTH OF HADES
Elizabeth M Lewis, Farncombe, Surrey – Dear Heart
Mervyn Ennis, Saggart, Co-Dublin. – Flanders Poppies
Michael McGill, Edinburgh – Emilly, swimming
John Crick, Bayston Hill, Shrewsbury – AND ON THE EIGHTH DAY…...
Joan Michelson, London – CHRISTMAS DAY
Jim Carruth, B.O.W. Renfrewshire – Bovine Pastoral
3rd. Maimie Henderson, Glenfield, Leics – Survivor
2nd. Zak Walpole, Glasgow – In The Margin of Desire
1st. Deborah Tyler-Bennet, Loughborough, Leics – Dark River, A Poem Addressed to Hard Hearts

Sam the poacher
(by Kevin O’Rourke of Minneapolis, written when a false rumour spread in Irvine in August that Sam Gilliland had passed from this world, later to be disproved by Sam vigorously denying his demise. Following it is a poem by Sam Gilliland, written ‘some time ago’, which acts as a suitable conclusion to the ‘misinformation’.)

It was night of course,
So dark he could not distinguish sea from sky
But he knew his work
And set his nets at the river mouth.
The game warden made a racket coming through the brush
Giving Sam time to swim across
And hide neck deep, eyes squinted
So they would not reflect the warden’s lantern light.

The way I repeat the story,
This is what he told me,
The warden missed the nets.
Sam pulled them in later,
Salmon thrashing and glistening like poems in the starlight.

And before sunrise Sam the poacher made the rounds
To single mothers and elders
And some too crazy to do for themselves,
Delivering up and restoring
What belonged to them in the first place,
Their dignity for one thing.
Look! There’s Sam chest deep, on the other side.
Can ye see him pulling in his nets
Filled with salmon thrashing like a meteor shower?
Poetry delivered up to the stars.

by Kevin O’Rourke, Minneapolis, 2005 (an award-winner in 1991)

THE AFFLICTED AT christ’s GATE
(by Sam Gilliland)

As if to cheat life out of death and reason why
He robs those purblind eyes of quickening tears,
And the dusk that tastes of dew creeps silently

Down into that dreadful darkness where never
An angel sang, and heaven’s light on tiptoe
Comes softly out of hiding in dawn’s clever

Illusion, suffused with gray, then blue, then red,
Drenching the earth in which his tortured flesh will lie,
All he need do is disinherit the dead.

Youth’s living sacrifice to love and to age
Petrified as words upon an empty page.

© Sam Gilliland

Diploma and Prize Winners 2004 (33rd year)

International section    |    UK section  |    Scots section    |    Long Poetry

International Section (2306 entries)

Mervyn Ennis, Dublin - THE FINAL HOUR
D Gary Christian, Santa Clara, Utah, USA - Writing-on-Stone
Maroula Blades, Berlin - Tsunami Blue
Ellin Anderson, Newburyport MA USA - Rabbit
Michelle Vondal, Chantilly, VA USA - Albert's Desk
Patrick J Sneyd, Dublin - TRAVEL THOUGHTS
Breda Vojevec, Ljubljana, Slovenija - ALL IN VAIN
Len Krisak, Newton, MA USA - WHAT OF THE NIGHT
T Anders Carson, Ontario, Canada, - Photographing the Dead
Mae Newman, Dublin - SlLENT CRY
Penelope A Thoms, K/mare C Kerry - THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE
Robert Pringle, W/vll Ohio - A COMMUNITY OF LIVING THINGS
Y Essaq, Mombasa, Kenya - TRANQUlLITY
James Conway, Dublin - Bacon 'a mhic'
Dr Deepa, Maharashtra, India - HIV
Lee Snowdon, Benton, Arkansas CHILDREN OF THE HEATHER
Catharine A Cullen Dublin - OYSTER GIRL
Eithne Cavanagh, Dublin - PIRATE QUEEN
Sylvia Clmstie, Hong Kong - DRAGON BREAD
Mary Guckian Dublin - ANGLERS AT DROMOD
Rose Mulligan, Dublin - UNFOLDING THE TRUTH
Eileen Casey, Dublin - DRAPER
Jim Munro, Athens, Greece - Enough
Cutllbert Mwela, Harare, Zimbabwe - MARJORIE .
Lucy Dougall Woodinville WA USA - Edges

3rd Mary-Patrice Woehling, Whitestone, NY USA - The Grey Lady
2nd Gwyneth Box, Madrid Spain - WORKSHOPS
1st Maria Wallace, Dublin - One March Afternoon

One March afternoon (Ayrshire -.Scotland) - by Maria Wallace (Dublin)

This chilly March afternoon,
wandering Irvine streets alone,
I reach the gates of the hilltop cemetery.
Stone-inscribed on the church wall I read:
To the glory of God, and in undying memory of those
who gave their life.for God, King and righteousness;

words that sun, wind and rain had blurred,
worn down the meaning of an absence, but words
that soaked, and still hold, many a mother's tear.

I hear, this chilly March afternoon,
the squawk of seagulls overhead,
the wind sigh reading tombstones, the squall
    of echoes, distant echoes, nightmares spun by
   machine gunfire,
        the whiff of gunpowder and death,
            as deep in the barrel artillery holds
      the cruelty of life
                      not sacred.
Last cry for one young man. His new uniform
              drips blood. He becomes the first date
         and the first name belov/
     the inscription: 1914. September 15. D. Stewart.
Years of tinned bully beef and biscuits follow,
           of slithering about in the mud,
              uniforms turned to earth-coloured
       outer skins for thousands
                  wearing down, wearing down
    another young man, who becomes
         the last date and the last name
on this long list: 1919. February 28. J. Archibald.

Below, this chilly March afternoon, the Irvine flows
as it did then. As then, forgetting the cold earth,
wind-swayed hyacinths and daffodils,
begin to bloom.

(c) Maria Wallace 2003

UK Section (2306 entries)

June Holness, Whitstable, Kent - Full Circle
Alex Milloy, Leicester - Harvest Home
Jane Roger, Edinburgh - Number 47
Brenda Williams, Sutton - UNTITLED
Paul Berry, South Wooton, Norfolk - SNEAKING BACK .
Mike Davenport, E Linton, East Lothian - SHOALS OF TlME
Robert Kennedy, Glenisla, Perth - BLACK ROCK WALK
Jane M Wilde, Bathgate - Full Fathom Five
Tom Riley, E Grinstead, Sussex - A MORVEN FLITTING
Martin Bates, E Linton, E Lothian - Green Persimmon
Louis Foley, Blackford, Carlisle, Cumbria - THE STONE MAKER
M M Henderson, Glenfield, Leicester - Travelling Hopefully, Glasgow, 1941
Ann Grant, Prestby, Cheltenham, Glos - SNAIL
Helen M Mitchell, Damhead, Lothianburn - Constancy
Julian Colton, Selkirk - Compass Bearings
Pim Claridge, Redpath, Earlston - Winter Song
Elisabeth Maimaris, Highgate, London - The Umbrellas Of Edinburgh
Charles Evans, Blackheath, London - A NOTE FROM PRAGUE
Mary Cooper, Loughborough, Leics - Cromer Beach
Barbara Daniels, Usk - THE POSSIBlLITY OF ANGELS
Deborah Tyler-Bennette, Loughborough Leics - HERON
Barry Tebb, Sutton - ODE TO THE MISSING AND THE DEAD
Peter Wallis Norwich - OVER-WINTERING
S Steele, Edinburgh - THE YEAR
Gerard Benson, Manningham, Bradford - Cherne Spinney
Jane F Esson, Muswell Hill, London - A SCOTSMAN ADDRESSES THE ENGLISH

3rd Norman Bisset, Edinburgh - And lf The Cause Be Not Just
2nd Douglas W Gray, Portlethen, Aberdeenshire - THE HAUNTING
1st Roger Elkin, Biddulph Moor - Stick, Ginger, Corduroy and Wall - Four words that were my childhood.

Stick, Ginger, Corduroy and Wall - Four words that were all my childhood - by Roger Elkin (Biddulph Moor, Staffordshire)

The stick was gnarled and knobbed - elder, I think -
whittled from some bush pushing through
the Staffordshire blues in his backyard, and topped
with bulbous head from metal off-cuts he'd walked
from work. (I laughed out loud at its comic nose.)
It warmed, he said, to his touch, grew in his palm.
He needed it, he said, to take the weight from off
his gammy leg where shrapnel lodged its angry bed
at Mons. No resentment in his voice, just had-to-be.

Ginger his curve of eyebrows, curved moustache
framing his smiling eyes and mouth. Seeing that word
today on jam and drums of spice I recall those three
fat stripes, and can't suppress a smile. And though
I'm dark, his colour has bled to my son's head
so I guess there's sense in hand-me-downs.

His trousers, corduroy: brown or black, sometimes
blue, but always dull. Standing up, I'd plunge struggling
hands deep in his pocket-slash and search between
jungling string, matches, mints and rolls of fluff
for threepenny bits comfortably-warmer than those
in Gran's clutched purse. Sometimes I fingered down
the crease and ringed the faded patches at his knees,
but never could erase that homely smell.

The wall was where we sat, in Sheaf Street, legs
halfway hanging down his clear-cut shins, waiting
for Mum's dinner break, her running up the factory yard
with ice-cream blobs melting to milk in greaseproof,
her hands blanched with dust. I didn't understand
his wincing at the chill. There was never rain those days,
just quietnesses, though never as heavy as the day he died.

Since then there's been a glossary of years. Just
like the ginger running in my son, ice-cream finds
the weakness in my teeth. The wall has fallen without
trace; and, though I'm suddenly pulled to corduroy
in fashion-shops, only the stick remains to hand
with me, fingers curving to its shape, its comic nose
erased to manageable size, like the chill quietnesses,
hand-me-downs, and has-to-bes.

(c) Roger Elkin 2003

Scots Section (211 entries)

Rowena M Love, Troon - FUR ANNIE
John McPartlin, Edinburgh - EFTER THE BONSPIEL
Brent Hodgson, Ayr - The new man in oor toon
Stuart Kermak, Edinburgh - ANGLOPHONES
Tom Bryan, Thrumster, Caithness - Galactic Gadgie

3rd Mary Johnston, Bonnyrigg M/Lothian - ALD ANDRA
2nd David C Purdie, L/Head M/Lothian - Sanct Hub's
1st George Philp, Glasgow - To Robert Ferguson

To Robert Fergusson

1.
At morn I stuid aneath an aipple tree,
heich an thrang wi the bummin o bees,
hamewith eydent on soukin shairly
     frae the skinklin tassies,
an I thocht o ye, Fergusson, dargin
     wi thon bee sauf i yir bield,
2.
An ye cuisten doun i the mirk o Bedlam,
i the daurk o a hert-sair, disjaskit spreit;
did ony glisk o insicht rax til ye
     juist hou yir pith wis taen
yet hou stervin Time wad ne'er tak frae
     yir joco musardrie?

3.
Gin ye'd no coud tuim the tassie,
wad ye e'er hae kent the tippler,
the screiver, macaroni, pauchler an hure
    an winter gowlin,
or pried the caller oysters braw
    an Reekie's guff?

4.
Ye had nae yuiss for Rabbie's souch
for his threipins an ticht mainners,
nae mair loesome gae ye the lassie's breist nor the lily,
     but ye pried mense,
shawed cant wi harns maist gleg
     an Hornie's forder.

5.
Had ye been bein in guid braid claith
wha'd lieve tae gie his auld breiks tae the puir,
a cheil taen up wi fouth an fame
     tae wyse him frae seil,
wad there hae kythed tae ye sic blissin
     or maisic wi nae devaul?

translation by George Philp

Long Poetry Section (174 entries)

Rosemarie Rowley, Co. Dublin - Faustina in Sestinae
Catherine Benson, Bradford - Lynn (a poem in five parts)
D Gary Christian, Santa Clara, Utah , USA - Epiphany
Ellin Anderson, Newburyport MA USA - Photographing the Moon

4th Sheila Barksdale Gainesville Florida - World
3rd Deborah Tyler-Bennette Loughborough Leics - Bean-nighe
2nd Jim Munro, Athens, Greece - Enough
1st Robert Pringle W/Vlle Ohio - RICARDO CLEMENT Speaks of BORDER WARS

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