early august morning and we wade into the dark pacific, fingers trailing on cold light that slices against our stomachs like a child’s hands. we notice how quick the sea forgives, tongues salt on hollowed hearts in Read more...
During the Shakespeare400 season, King’s launched a poetry competition for young writers inspired by Shakespeare’s sonnets. Entrants were asked to pick a sonnet by Shakespeare that inspires them, and write their own poem in response.
The competition, launched on 23rd April 2016, was judged by internationally-respected poets, Gillian Clarke and Kevin Crossley-Holland and was open to all state school and academy students in London, in years 10-13.
All shortlisted poets were invited to attend a celebratory event in central London in Autumn 2016, where prizes were awarded and the students were given the opportunity to read their poems aloud. They received a copy of On Shakespeare’s Sonnets, a new anthology of sonnet-inspired poetry by celebrated British poets edited by King's academics.
First: Lucy Thynne (Modern Summer Love)
Second: Imogen Garfinkel (It's Not Over, Not Yet)
Third: Amber Marino (Forgetting)
Josephine Skinner (His Words about Me)
Jade Leavens (Never Trust a Mirror)
Id Sotonwa (For I Cannot Seem to Comprehend)
Joe Davidson (O Sweet-Scented Fantasy)
Georgia Courtney-Fox ('I'm not going to sugarcoat this')
Zarvesha Rasool et al (Unconditional Love)
Ella Mackenzie (Love is not Love)
Chloe Cummings (What is Love?)
Old friend, we both wither with age and experience, With lost love and lost hope and lost time. We accept what must be accepted, not disputing nor rebelling, Just waiting. Read more...
Rugged petals. Dry and papery. Pressed as flat, as palms on glass. Preserved between the pages, the creases and crevices etched in the yellowing parchment of her memory. ‘Fresh’ she declares. ‘as the day first picked.’ Ambling through fields. With fingers threaded, through the tender hand of her sister. Read more...
His words about me may have been cruel, And just downright insulting, Although he is neither a shining jewel And can sometimes be quite revolting. Read more...
Never trust a mirror, Fora a mirror always lies It makes you think that all you're worth, Can be seen from the outside Read more...
A poem inspired by sonnet 116 by Shakespeare “Love is not love” For I cannot seem to comprehend, nor want to try To understand how awkward men live and die Bound by a force so vile, by a force so weak Tremors ache in the heart while grown men weep Read more...
O sweet scented fantasy, tickled pink. You lounge in my mind and lavish my sight Can trace your absent profile in a blink Yet reserved you remain, heart recondite. Read more...
I’m not going to sugar coat this Or woo you with false compliments in hope of a kiss Your eyes my mistress, haven’t the slightest similarity to the sun Corals are a long way from your lips, ask anyone The snow makes your breasts appear a brownish gray Unfortunately I can’t compare thee to a summer’s day I could say your hair resembles gold But the image of black wires seems more fitting Would you rather I continued or withhold? Read more...
May I compare you to a winter’s night? Your warm heart and glistening eyes; Shine brightly like a luminous light. Read more...
Marriage, a thing of truth and bond and soul. Five vows are taken for all our lives, Yet beauty makes us lose our self-control. Read more...