Competitions such as Miss Nottingham have the eternal stereotype attached that the contestants are not very intelligent and just spurt pre rehearsed babble. | "Ninety percent of my poetry is real life, it's like an emotional release" | | Sarah Mendly |
In reality this year's Miss Nottingham proved that to win this contest, it's not all about looks but about intelligence, depth and creativity. Sarah Mendly, from Beeston, has a hidden talent for writing poetry. Her poetry is deep, thoughtful and moving and not what I expected of a Miss Nottingham winner at all! Sarah started writing at the very early age of nine. She entered a national poetry competition at the age of 16, she won and got published. Sarah is a good role model for young writers and poets. Her top tips are to write as much as you can, find techniques that suit you, such as rhyming and jotting down word or feelings you want relay into your poems. She is an extremely positive role model for young people of my age, as it proves that it is not just looks that get you what you want in this world. Her poetry has been published on globally well known website www.poetry.com.
Here are some of Sarah's poems... Entrapment: We know each other, yet not at all,
And I hold onto the thought, that one day he might fall,
For I see him, for all he can be,
A bitter sweet, yet joyfully enduring memory,
And he too seems to see me, but he is blind,
For I know someday, I will play on his mind,
But until then I'll forever wish upon a star,
Knowing that "one day" forever won't seem so far,
For my mind is an open field of dreams,
And when he treads through, things are always how it seems,
A deep footprint, left plaguing heavily in my head,
It's there when I live and even when I sleep in my bed,
Entrapped within my thoughts, is how I feel,
The sight of prison bars, would only make it real,
And if it were a room, I'd get up and leave,
But there's no door to my mind that I can conceive,
So I'll just sit tight, and allow the record to play,
For it seems to be on repeat, as I never know what to say,
And until forever comes, entrapped is how I'll stay! Reflections I See When you look at yourself in the mirror do you not ask yourself why?
Do these words repeat in your head, who I am?, what am I? Why am I?
Standing in the darkness feeling the faint light shine,
You feel as if you are a ray of light so fine,
As one part of your face gives a shade,
You slowly, slowly into the darkness fade,
Does life over-power the strength of the strong dark shades,
Can the dark not beat the lights sharp blades,
For the dark holds many secrets which are unseen,
Where no creature nor man has ever been,
These questions we can never over come,
Whether it's light or dark we are coming from,
We now maybe standing in the light,
But soon some of us will walk into the night,
Not knowing what it beholds,
For life has no creases it just folds,
So when we walk from light to dark and then ask why?,
We have to travel so far to die! What am I to do? I am bound to a few words that I shall not abide,
For even though my heart is open, my soul has died,
'Cause the salt is stinging whilst the wound bleeds,
And my body is masked as the aching feeds,
For as each day surpasses's, his light seems to dim,
'Cause through words, he is creating the death of him,
And as he's oblivious enough not to see,
That he is killing his love of light in me,
I continue to walk my path of pride,
For in him now, I shall never confide,
As my securities alone have taken a leave of absence and disappeared,
To a place I had very much once feared,
And so to my lost love, I shall bid adieu and turn away,
For the day has turned to nigh, and the nigh into day,
'Cause I now mourn for the love I once knew,
As these words keep repeating:
'what am I to do?' 'what am I to do?' Miss Nottingham 2005 Sarah's more than just a pretty picture. However, if you're more interested in finding out how she got crowned Miss Nottingham 2005...
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