Writings and Witterings


Got an idea for this year’s LitFest? Then we want to hear from you!

Be heard, be seen – Worcs LitFest now open for applications!

Worcestershire LitFest & Fringe

We are now taking applications for Worcestershire LitFest and Fringe’s 2017 festival, which will run from June 9 – 18th this year. In the interest of packing our festival line-up with the best literary talent from the local area and beyond, we are asking anyone interested in taking part in this year’s festival to contact us NOW!

Our application form will guide you through how to pitch your ideas to us; these ideas will then be discussed by the lovely LitFest and Fringe committee ahead of a decision being made.

So, if you’ve got a wonderful act that you want to see centre stage at our festival this year, you can email secretary@worcslitfest.co.uk to request an application form and get the ball rolling.

We look forward to hearing from you!

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Our 2017 competitions are now OPEN!

Worcestershire LitFest & Fringe

Worcestershire LitFest and Fringe are delighted to announce that their 2017 competitions are now OPEN! You can now find details of our latest competitions in the Competitions section of our website – listed in the menu just above – including details on how to enter.

The competitions launched for 2017 are:

LitFest Young Writer Competition 

Flash Fiction Competition

And, drum roll please…

Worcestershire Poet Laureate Competition!

So check out our conditions of entry and get writing. 2017 could be your year! Good luck!

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No Snow

New Year, and there’s
no snow.
No icicles.
On we go
to see the wraith
of seasons gone,
the phantom here,
the ghost of those to come.

New Year, and there’s
no snow. No icicles. No frost.
Savage spectre of what is lost.
Seasons change.
Extremes occur:
spring’s like summer
used to be. Summer’s short.
Autumn comes early.

And so it goes from year to year
the seasons change, become austere.
Those who live with constant jeers
say this: until we do something,
until we care,
it’s our world, our earth,
whose fate
we share.

Polly Stretton © 2016


No Small Trifle

A 2011 poem updated for 2016  🙂

No Small Trifle

T’was the night before Christmas
and, in our house
nothing was stirring,
no rat, bat or mouse,
but mousse made appearance
and trifle with cream,
it’s Christmas Eve,
time to fantasise, dream.

The tree a’waiting
for baubles and balls,
holly and ivy
deck up the halls,
home is so … homely
at Christmas
and neat,
with carpets fresh vacuumed
and dusting complete;

parsnips, potatoes,
sprouts and fine wine,
sherry and cabbage
and walnuts sublime;
bacon and turkey,
pudding and snow,
pigs in their blankets,
tree lights all aglow.

Then lay the wreaths for the parents long gone,
yesterday’s garland a baby’s swan song,
Christmas memories of bygone years,
look to the future,
enjoy a few beers.

Polly Stretton © 2016




With acknowledgement to Alan Nicholls

In the present, from the past,
a voice that echoes,
a saying that lasts,
even when the body has gone,
what was said will linger on.
‘My mum used to say…’
‘My grannie too…’
‘My dad would have something to say to you.’
In the present, from the past,
a voice that echoes,
echoes that last.

Polly Stretton © 2016


Mabel’s Secret Stash…

A bit of fun that presented itself to me this morning 🙂


Mabel…with cleansing pad!

Mabel’s Secret Stash

Mabel’s got a secret stash
of mama’s facial cleansing pads.
Where she gets them, no one knows,
Ma’s tried following but Mabe won’t show
her hiding place. Where could it be?
It still remains a mystery.

Polly Stretton © 2016