Competitions and self doubt.
The theme was Smugglers and Sinners, and there was a 100 line restriction. So I went with A Smuggler’s Reply, learnt more about the national pastime of Cornwall (smuggling) than I thought was possible and created what I think was a reasonably good poem; at least technically.
Prior to entering I couldn’t find any of the past winners poems, so I had no idea whether the competition was traditional poetry, bush poetry, modern free verse or a mix. It was to be awarded by Max Fatchen, a well known literary personality but he passed away this year. So I am thinking that with his name attached there is a considerable degree of skill involved/expected.
I’m still at that stage where I have no real feel for whether the work is of a good standard. I am becoming technically more proficient – this poem was written in iambic tetrameter and I feel is perhaps my most polished to date.
I sent off a Speculative Fiction poem last month to a paying market and in hindsight and with comments from my writers group I can see where I could have made it a much better poem.
But in the end I enjoyed writing it and I enjoy reading it which is more than I can say for some of my short fiction of late.
Anyway wish me luck.