by Vicki Feaver
“Wondering how a good woman can murder
I enter the tent of Holofernes
holding in one hand his long oiled hair
and in the other, raised above
his sleeping, wine-flushed face,
his falchion with its unsheathed
curved blade. And I feel a rush…”
You can read the complete poem here.
Runner up was William of Charterhouse School, with a special commendation for Bobby of Sunnydown School.