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