27 Aug 2021

The winners of our National Poetry Day competition

From Afternoons, 2:23 pm on 27 August 2021

We gave you 30 minutes to write a six-line flash poem using the words: Cloud / Sound / Orange / Clear / Shark / Break.

New Zealand poet Johanna Emeney judged the overall winner and five runners-up.

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 The winning poem by Harriet Bright Photo: RNZ

Many people wrote of "shark fins breaking the water" but the winning poems were all a bit different and unexpected, Johanna says.

This can be done with subtlety, surprise, word choice, who the poem addresses or "a door or a window" offered at the end of the poem.

Barb Collins

Shark-like men were popular in the poems, Johanna says, but this whimsical one stood out because of its surprising and brilliant last line.



You're a shark, she said

You cruise around, without a sound

When the coast looks clear, you appear

You cloud my mind

You break my resolve

O range, you predator
 

Jennifer Clarke

Many people try to make a neat and tidy little poem with a rhyme at the end of each line, but economy of expression works to create an "ominous little poem" here.



Loud cloud sound, listen

Wind, biting shark-like

Clear orange sky forewarned
 

Donna Demente



Just went to a new world for dogroll

Came back with blood orange lime and bitters soda syrup, amongst other things

There is a cloud blanket, but it will clear

A break in the summer weather that has been a lockdown dream

I still hear the sound of the chortling tui

Sky shark
 

Glen Bisdee



Dark clouds surround, as the sound

of new airplanes drop old ghost orange ideas.

History, clear but not free,

the new misery shark cycles,

whilst many wait for their break,

and wait and wait and wait....

 

Mary Haggie



Please no more sound my darling

As Hazel sings Baby Shark again

Time to break this tune my heart

My mind is orange and red

Rest on this cloud and then

Your sweet sleep will clear my head

 

Harriet Bright

The winning poem is titled 'Orange Quarters at Half Time'.

"The whole poem is about something breaking open and changing, and changing for the better. It's such a lovely poem because I think that we're all sitting in that feeling at the moment, where we want things to break to a clear sky… and we're just in need of those orange quarters at halftime.

"It's just so precise and so beautifully seen. Absolutely brilliant."



Orange quarters at half time

Shark tooth clouds break to

A clear sky

As the whistle sounds.