Kayla has taken joint first place in a national poetry competition!
Launched in Feb 2011, POETRY IN MIND 2011/2012 was open to all Writers who have been diagnosed with or treated for a Psychological Illness and their carers in the UK. The announcement of joint winners Kayla Kavanagh and Jane MacCallaugh was made on December 1st, with each winner receiving £125 and their Poetry published within the charity, MIND’s, own associate literary project titled ‘Testimony’ and within the POETRY IN MIND own publication. The Publication will have a place in the British Library, and the winners have the chance to read their Poetry/ Have their Poetry read at the Prestigious Hay Festival, 2012.

POETRY IN MIND allows either aspiring or already practicing Poets, who experience mental health illness to artistically express their experiences. The Themes of the competition this year are ‘Treatment and Care’, so Poets will be encouraged to write as freely as they wish about what care and treatment they receive, (negative or positive) and their feedback will be taken into full consideration, ensuring positive change for within the mental healthcare system, to better all patients.
The lead Patron and Judge for POETRY IN MIND is the Poet, Larry Westland, CBE. POETRY IN MIND is supported by: Mind, Sane, NHS, Priory Hospitals, Hay Festival (Hay-On-Wye Festival), The Poetry Library, The Poetry Society.
Kayla's winning entry:
White Bird ~ Kayla Kavanagh
White bird with a broken wing
Crying freedom from your long~abandoned cage of fear
With eyes clear and understanding
Yet faraway and distant all the same.
How your soul speaks out in song
From behind the bars so strong and unyielding.
How pretty you are my love ~
I have watched you dance upon the waters,
As angels have tended your side
And kissed you goodnight.
Would that the moon should rise
Pouring cool beams upon your wizened frame,
To breathe the fresh night air,
Bathed softly in twilight's misty glow.
Walk barefoot upon the sandy shore
Let the gentle waves lap softly at your feet
Caressing the pain, washing the wounds,
Tracing a finger of healing across your heart
The clatter of hooves on the dry silt
Brings a new morning, bids dawn to break,
And the memory fades, and the image dissolves…
White bird, wakened in the cold and empty cage
With a gutteral sigh you unwelcome the morning.