My poem, Llandudno Promenade One January Evening , was commended in this year's Festival Of Firsts Poetry Competition. LLANDUDNO PROMENADE ONE JANUARY EVENING Somewhere, miles away, sand blows into drifts and ridges. Hot scalloped patterns. So dry. Right here on the grey width it’s rough balls of hail. They fall first together in blurred lines. Then they’re dust, blown and brushed on and on by the rhythm of the wind. And here two lovers are kissing. The hail is still hailing to the right drenching the town. To the left, it’s pock-marking the sea. Behind and in front it might also still be happening, but here for a moment is a kiss. Rain-split rays from a long line of lamps edge the dark of the promenade where the air has echoed so many times with that’s the way to do it . And right here the kiss continues.