Caiomhe Richards, Year 7, wins city wide Poetry Competition

Well done to Caiomhe who is among the winners of a poetry competition about Bradford life. Her poem is displayed inside 50 local buses.

Photo: Lister Mills, which was the largest silk factory in the world is mentioned in Caiomhe's poem

More than 100 young poets across the district entered the Love Bradford poetry competition, which was run by the National Literacy Trust Hub in Bradford in partnership with First West Yorkshire, the Telegraph & Argus and the Kirkgate Shopping Centre.

The aim was to inspire and motivate reluctant writers to do more creative writing.

The winning poems are now on display as posters inside First buses in Bradford.

Caiomhe's poem Memories is now on display in 50 buses until mid-October, providing passengers with an inspiring poetic take on the city.

The winning entrants also won vouchers to spend at Kirkgate Centre and had their poems published in the Bradford Telegraph & Argus. Moreover, they performed them to crowds of hundreds at the Love Bradford world record attempt with the competition’s runners up reading their poems after the successful attempt.

Caiomhe said: “I’m really proud to have my poem on the bus. I wrote two drafts but I decided to go with this one. I’m inspired by all the things I see in the city.”

The bus poster also features the chimney of Lister Mills, which Caiomhe she saw every day from her former school.

Mum Siobhan said: “We’re really, really proud of her. We didn’t know about the contest until the teacher told us she had won.”

Congratulations Caiomhe!


Wandering through the neighbourly town

Memories filled my mind like a tap filling an overflowing sink

Remembering, exploring jungles of Moors,

Chasing on the cobble

Paddling in the Aire,

Can you guess where I am?

Of course, it’s Bradford

Climbing up the steep hill,

The icy wind cheered me to the top,

I looked up and followed a plane with bright eyes,

Until I found a piece of history,

Lister Mill,

A tourist’s place,

Can you guess where I am?

Of course, it’s Bradford,

Walking to the home of three writers,

Who once I did not know,

I read the front covers of their books,

All written by a Brontë

Can you guess where I am? Of course, it’s Bradford

Rounding up my memories,

I hear a gentle voice say

“Excuse me love”,

I then move,

And carry on with my day,

Making new memories,

Can you guess why I’m here?

Of course, it’s Bradford

A place to make memories.

By Caiomhe Richards