Could you be Young Poet Laureate 2019?
Applications are open.
- Are you aged 13 – 17?
- Do you live and are you educated in Warwickshire?
- Would you like to develop your poetry writing skills?
- Could you perform to audiences?
Then apply to be Warwickshire’s Young Poet Laureate.Warwickshire Young Poet Laureate 2019 Application Form Editable (PDF, 240.16 KB)
Post or email your application form, together with your three poems and personal statement to: Jan Dawson, Warwickshire Libraries, Unit 20, Montague Road, Warwick, CV34 5LT or email Jan, care of firstname.lastname@example.org.
Closing date is 17:00, Monday 12 November. Shortlisted applicants will be notified by Tuesday 4 December.
The position of Young Poet Laureate is unique, giving the appointed person an opportunity to work with Warwickshire Libraries.
Our poet laureate takes part in events and activities across the county under the mentorship of a professional poet.
Warwickshire Young Poet Laureates have performed on the radio, on film, at festivals and led their own poetry workshops.
Warwickshire’s Young Poet Laureate for 2018 is Annabel Peet.
Annabel was chosen from a strong field of candidates in January. She attends Stratford Girls’ Grammar School in Shottery, Stratford upon Avon.
Annabel was a key participant in the launching of the Universal Culture offer from the Society of Chief Librarians, at Stratford Library; and she has also read her “Warwickshire” poem to Warwickshire County Councillors, after their kind invitation.
Annabel has been offered a commission from poetry organisation Apples and Snakes, and will take part in an open mic event in Stratford. She will also appear at Stratford Literary Festival and Rugby Festival of Culture.
So a very busy year ahead for our young poet.
To Warwickshire by Annabel Peet
My music contrasts the mood of my muse
As she restlessly calls for me to hurry and
Not waste my childhood thinking about
Things children should not think about.
She wants me to follow in the footsteps
Of those who went before me,
But find my own way using the map of
History and hindsight as a guide,
Not follow step for step a given path,
But choose my own and love her for
Giving me people and places and things,
Noises and lights she has found through experience.
I am not her only ward, and certainly not
Her first, for she has had years of learning,
Years of caring for and nurturing,
From a time before she was who she is today.
Oh, we have changed her,
Moved her body into a shape that
Fits who we want her to be each century,
Changing her hills into battlements,
And rivers into moats.
In the end, she makes bards of us all.
She has no care for her physical image.
She only wants us to know her,
As the decades and centuries of those
Who have passed before us knew her,
Who have loved her as
We love her now.
Though how anyone could love her
As much as I do is a mystery to me,
For she is my guardian who has always
Shown me the path lined with roses,
Clipping thorns off each stem before
They touch me. She loves me in a way
They could never know,
In a way no person ever could.
She is my home.
Gallery – Young Poet Laureates 2015-18
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