Got a phone call from a very nice man called John Corbett, who is the coordinator of the Golden Pen Poetry and Prose competitions. He was delighted to tell me, he said, that my poem had won the poetry competition for this year. I'm unsure which one it was, as I sent in two - one was a terzanelle and the other was free verse.
I presume that I was the only entrant. That's the only explanation. Either that, or he's going to ring me back shortly and tell me there's been a terrible mistake.