Here’s the next entry for our Poetry Competition in association with The Student Wordsmith:

By Anwara Tarafdar

At some point in the future I most definitely
will have to get a new vehicle.
That is the nature of my illness. It may rob
me of my ability to walk. Not completely,
But devastating, nevertheless. Enough
To steal my independence if I let it.
My shiny new vehicle will have to be
The latest state of the art model.
After all, it will be the first and
possibly, the last thing people see.
They may not even see me.
The wheels would have to resemble
the alloys of an Audi A6.
The foot rests would have to be strong,
Sturdy like Doc Marten boots.
The seat would have to be soft
yet durable burgundy leather
And heated. Oh it must
Be heated! My bottom can’t
tolerate the cold weather.
I will not cover my lap with
a blanket like an invalid,
But wear thermal long johns
Beneath my leather pants
and thermal socks on my feet
inside my knee high boots.
People must not see
my new mode of transport
and only see a wheelchair!
I want it to be a vehicle they
Envy. When their weary legs complain
and when their feet are in pain
from heels too high. To be honest,
I really don’t care what they see or feel
As long as it isn’t pity or sympathy.
All I would truly want is respect,
Understanding and most of all
I want people to still see me. To look
at me, not shy away
or feel so much pity
that they cannot meet my eyes.
I do not want to be the invisible woman
in the highly visible modern
piece of technology otherwise
known as a wheelchair.


Poetry Competition Entry

Ask and See
by Eleanor Pilcher 
Let’s talk about the weather,
my family and the cats.
Just ignore me as I roll
all over your welcome mat.

You see I’m a bit bored
of all these nervous looks,
these forced laughs and endless smiles
like you’re guilty leg crooks.

I can talk about my wheels,
my leathery throne, my seat.
But your ignorant chatter, smiles,
are neither humble, nor sweet.

I glide and skate and roll,
across the bumpy ground,
in winter time I need no blades
to help me get around.

In the mornings, I sleep
wake, then sit, then pull
on a helpful hanging bar,
to get into position – I fall

when I get around my kitchen
I knock all over things,
but do you know I have a life?
I knit and drive and sing.

My wheels are my occasional strike
but I’m a person just the same
as him and her and you, I’m
not just simply lame.

So ask me about my life,
about my hobbies, the traffic and me.
Talk to me as you would that person,
as I am normal. Ask, and you’ll see.

I really love this. Wonderful entry. Thank you and congratulations, Eleanor 🙂



Hey everyone, it’s Louise again.

So we’re lucky to have our friends over at running a poetry competition for us. We’d love it if you entered.

All abilities and styles accepted. The winner will be given a prize & will be invited to the company’s annual awards ceremony in Loughborough, Leicestershire in April 2016.

Please get involved and visit for further info 🙂

Best wishes, and Good Luck!

Happy Writing 🙂