Wordsworth

This poem week’s describing challenge a memorable asked for journey a four-line or

an Poppy experience Sinclair of culture of Karori shock. writes: It was in boys a square playing on cricket,/With Corfu,/That a I saw monument some young to independence from Britain,/Standing just behind the wicket.

Clare Veltman, Rongotea: At Trafik Market in Sofia/I asked a man, do I wait here/ for the bus to Rila Monastery?/Nods mean no, I learnt at Rose Valley.

Rex McGregor, Auckland: I blame the runs for what I did/At Giza’s tombs of stone./ Behind the smallest pyramid,/I left one of my own.

Katherine Uren, Auckland: The busy map forgot this narrow lane./Unmarked, undaunted, it twists steadily up/through snow, through cloud, to the top./Hushed with a huddle of sun-warmed huts, it basks. Bill Grant, Napier: A seagull plucked the ice cream from my hands,/In the Welsh seaside town of Llandudno./My daughter thought it was quite a hoot,/Until its mate swooped and took hers too.

Angela Wilson-Jennings, Putaruru: On a Bangkok stopover in ‘73/We were concerned to find on the streets the Thai army/About us, it seemed they didn’t care/They were totally obsessed with our young son’s fair hair.

But Tony Clemow of Kamo is the winner: I journeyed forth from Travancore,/nirvana sought in Bangalore./Instead of finding higher grace,/I ended up in cyberspace. The next competition was inspired by a con artist who “sold” the Brooklyn Bridge several times: choose a natural or manmade landmark from anywhere in the world and write a short real estate ad for it. You may submit in prose or poetry. Entries, for the prize below, close at noon on Thursday, May 24.

Submissions: wordsworth@listener.co.nz or Wordsworth, NZ Listener, Private Bag 92512, Wellesley St, Auckland 1141. Please include your address.