RICHARD FLINT COMPETITION
The Richard Flint awards were invented through a very generous legacy left to the Fellowship by Richard Flint. It was his hope that the money would be used to encourage survivors of polio to embrace there artistic flare and allow it to flourish. Every year since we have run competitions in three categories (Art Photography and Poetry) for polio survivors. Each category has a 1st place prize of £250, 2nd place prize of £150 and a third place prize of £75.
PLEASE NOTE ENTRY FOR 2023 IS NOW CLOSED
Please send entries via email to:
or by post to
The British Polio Fellowship
Full details of the competition can be found here
The winners for 2023 are as follows...
1st Place, Robert Taylor
2nd Place, Brian Short
3rd Place, Limi Jones
1st Place, Robert Barlow
2nd Place, Violet Roe
3rd Place, Paul Oulton
1st Place, Josephine Dargan, Summer
The summer has deserted us
Or so it seems to me
The raining is teeming down on us
Making me miserable as can be
The Continent is slowly roasting
With wild fires everywhere
While in England we're just freezing
With coats on in a deckchair
While we don't want to roast alive
When the gulf stream moves back up
But some warmth would be appreciated
Enough to heat us up
The autumn winds which make the trees
Think it's time to shed there leaves
But really we should shout aloud
It's summer and we want rid of the clouds
2nd Place, John Oakes, Modern Life
The wonders of the modern world are here for all to see
Such things as mobile phones and on-demand TV
Large parts of life are now online and very much remote
From the GP surgery to the way we shop and bank and vote
For many, life's conducted via a keyboard and a screen
But it lacks our human contact with the joy that's always been
In shops, self service tills may seek to help us much
However, staff and shoppers now miss the personal touch
Many people walk the street and in their phone confide
Thus sadly miss the joyous sights that Nature can provide
With modern technology we live at breakneck pace
Try switching off and slowing down, connecting face to face.
3rd Place, Vivienne Vale, Yellow Rose
Years ago a gift was given to me;
A yellow rose bush for an anniversary.
In my garden I planted it for all to see
For it held great sentiment for me.
It only flowered for two seasons or three
Even though I tended it religiously.
It looked so sad as the years went by And eventually I felt that it had died.
So I reluctantly removed it from the ground
As no signs of life was there to be found.
Sadly I placed it on the compost heap
And prayed that my rose would rest in peace.
No sleep did befall me that very night
As I felt I had robbed it of its life.
So, early next morning, come the light of dawn, I retrieved the rose bush which looked so forlorn.
Stripped of its foliage, its roots exposed, I carefully held my dear little rose.
Then, in my garden, a new location I found And gently laid it in the ground.
But it looked so stark.
...no signs of life,
It's naked branches stretched up to the light.
I monitored and prayed for it every day
In the hope that it would find its way.
It took some time but new growth could be seen
And shoots appeared where none had been, And to my delight I can honestly say It has flourished ever since that day.
From my kitchen window it is in full view
For this dear little rose has a life anew.
I feel it is thanking me in a strange sort of way
For endeavouring to save its life that day.
I cannot believe the wonders I see,
It's recovery seems like 'a miracle' to me.
Hence the power of prayer and its fight to survive
I know that it is glad to be alive.
Thus my dear yellow rose will always be