The Poetry Competition is now closed, and I thank all the readers who took the time to write something and send it in, for maintaining interest and visits to the Blog while I have been unable to do much more than moderate submissions.
I suppose I should have expected, given the nature of this Blog that they would universally be of the ‘Kelly is a Villain’ variety. I kept trying to write one about the young Ned, because I have great sympathy for the young Ned, to try to balance all the negative ones but I am not a poet it seems and so I gave up. I have recently come to believe Ned was actually a decent kid whose life descended into darkness once his father died and his restraining influence was no longer there to protect him from the toxic Quinn family, especially his mothers brothers and other people like Harry Power. I am looking forward to the new biography of Ellen Quinn and hoping the author will have recognised the negative effects Ellen had on Ned, permitting him to go with Harry, setting a rotten example herself with brawling and fighting, selling illegal grog and disrespecting the Law generally. But thats another story…
There was however, one poem that stood out for me, and is the clear winner. Its a pithy little poem that had me in fits which tells an essential truth about Ned Kelly, expresses an emotion that many feel about Ned Kelly, and I think also about this Blog of mine which gets up so many peoples noses, but also I think perfectly captures the mood of the planet right now. With Brexit and Trumps election it seems theres a huge wave of anti-establishment, anti-status quo sentiment sweeping the world that has said I am voting for Brexit, I am voting for trump and I don’t give a shit!
Maybe Ned Kelly was like that too : I hate the status quo, I hate the establishment, I am going to blow up the train and I don’t give a shit!