In Competition No. 3123 you were invited to submit a poem that begins ‘By Waterloo Station I sat down and …’.
Some of you begged, some swore, others slept. But most, in a pleasingly sizable entry, took their lead from weeping Elizabeth Smart. There was a welcome influx of newcomers this week, alongside the familiar names, and the tone ranged from the comic to the poignant.
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