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ISABEL GALLEYMORE WON THE POETRY PRIZE .... MONTHS BACK....

British poet Isabel Galleymore, pictured, won the anniversary competition for the best poem involving eyes, vision or eyewear in a poem...  Judging was tough.  The competition was in 2015!  Yikes. Anyway, below is her winning poem.

She has won £110 (in honour of our tenth/eleventh anniversary years of 2015/16) and we need to pay her still!  Hopefully Eyewear will meet up with her this coming month and hand it over in cold hard cash...
Isabel Galleymore's first pamphlet, Dazzle Ship, was published by Worple Press in 2014. Her work has featured widely in magazines and she won the London Magazine Poetry Competition in 2015. She has just completed a PhD at the University of Exeter and is currently the Charles Causley Poet-in-Residence.




False-Eyed Frog

The forest’s false-eyed frog
turns at the sight of a snake or rat
to reveal a Venetian mask on her arse

and like these eyebrows that raise
upon her trembling hips,


a padded bra pegged out
on next door’s line
stirs in the humid afternoon air
like a pair of closed eyes
that seem still to be watching.



poem copyright the author, 2016.

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