A few weeks ago, for the first time ever, I submitted something to a poetry competition - the inaugural Royal Berkshire Poetry competition, supported by Beat Magazine The Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead Library Services, and the Firestation Centre for Arts & Culture.
I couldn't get to the awards event last night, which was a real shame, and I didn't win first prize, but I'm as pleased as punch that my poem was awarded second place.
For those of you on Facebook who would like to read the winning, third placed and commended entries - there is a page dedicated to the competition here - http://www.facebook.com/TheRoyalBerkshirePoetryCompetition
For any of you who want to read my entry (I know I've shared it with some of you already) here it is -
These Boots Are Made For Walking
You force yourself inside me
dead weight upon my sole.
Leather stretched by bones and flesh,
sharp nails against my toes.
Your fingers grasp my laces,
tie them, tight, across my tongue.
Double bows to hold me in,
trapped, yet soon undone.
My skin is cracked, unpolished,
worn out by rain and sleet,
broken down by years, and miles,
of service at your feet.
But as we move together
with your light-stepped rhythmic pace
I feel your warmth spread through me
I am moulded by your grace.