This year's Havant Poetry Competition has been been won by the Oxford poet David Attwooll. Here it is:
(apostrophe: mark of omission, possession, or speech to absent person; from apostrephein, 'turn away')It was a morning like this they came for you, those Border Force creeps. You'd slipped out the back - just saw a blur of your blue sleeve, a flick of pony tail. Know what I think? If those bastards hadn't come you'd have been a keeper. From the moment you pulled on the overall, arm in a dancer's curve: reminded me of wrapping Christmas satsumas in blue tissue paper. The way your accent skipped syllables, like hiccups or giggles, when you turned from the till - those delicate gestures. Not being funny, but you left me standing in a scatter of onion skins, cold catch of draught on the back of my neck, wondering.