Two points of view:
A battle of words
is a blaze of jealousy,
deep into each other's icy, frozen souls.
Violent thoughts of aggressive lightning
on the end of the blade,
'I'm not giving in!'
I slit an evil slice of cruelty
into my opponent's mind,
impaling aggressive words of fury
Into his poor, suffering, steel heart.
Harpooning far into the spirit,
a scream of pain shrieks . . .
A white flag . . .
The one who won
is not the winner;
is the one who creates
To all the people at Young Writers who selected me as a winner,
I was shocked.
When the head of my class room mentioned my name, I was then interested, she was talking about the War of Words which surprised me.
I had completely forgotten about that poem and me entering into the Young Writer, so when she mentioned it I had to think for a second what she was talking about.
I turned bright red and couldn't get the grin off my face while the whole school was staring at me and clapping. This was the first thing I had ever won!
"Four thousand people entered and I won!" I was thinking in my head.
My excitement was immense. I couldn't get over the fact that I won, I was imagining what my family were going to say about this miracle!
Once again, I am so thankful that you put your time and effort into this competition I am in.
With best wishes Oscar.
P.S thank you for the voucher.
by © Oscar Rhodes (0)
Laidlaw Education, London
Competition - War Of Words
Copyright remains with the author.