OPEN JUNIOR results – NZPS International Poetry Competition 2026

 

OPEN JUNIOR JUDGE’S REPORT – ISLA HUIA

When I was given the opportunity to be the judge for this year’s Open Junior competition, I leapt at the chance to read new work from kaituhi rangatahi from across the motu. I knew that there would be so many young writers with fresh, unique voices that hadn’t yet had the chance to be heard, and what an honour it was to get to be the one to read them first. What I didn’t know was just how many of those incredible writers there would be for me to read, or how high the calibre of their writing would be. Being the judge for this competition has inspired me, and given me the greatest sense of reassurance that the next generation of writers in Aotearoa are going to be as talented, refreshing and exciting as ever. 

Over the entries as a whole, this year’s theme of ‘identity’ came through loud and clear. It was wonderful to see such a large array of interpretations, with writers coming to this kaupapa with all of their individual perspectives and understandings of identity as a topic. In general, I was so impressed with the way that writers used the theme but put their own spin on it, leaning away from writing that felt generic and leaning into writing that felt unique and new. I was also taken with the amount of clever descriptive language that came through the competition, with so many poems really setting the scene and the atmosphere for me as a reader. It was particularly great to see use of different language features, writers playing with form and structure, a wide and interesting range of vocabulary, and the use of languages other than English within the poems. 

All of which is to say that judging these entries was a much harder job than anticipated! Trusting my gut instinct as a writer and a reader played a large part in my choice of winners, but mostly the entries I chose were the ones that were extremely well-crafted, distinctive, and really painted me a picture of what identity means to them. These poems were effective and of a high standard technically and grammatically, but more than anything, they allowed me as the reader to feel something. Knowing that these entries spanned both primary and secondary aged rangatahi was particularly exciting – and realising after judging just how young some of the amazing kaituhi were left me shocked in the best kind of way. 

Being let into the words of these young writers through their poetry was a privilege. They wrote about important, sometimes difficult, but always relevant topics; all within the wider theme of identity. They wrote openly, cleverly, and with a real sense of authenticity. A massive congratulations to our winners, but also, to all who entered – you’ve given me so much hope for the future of writing in Aotearoa, and should all be incredibly proud. Please, please, please: keep writing. 

Ngā mihi maioha,

Isla Huia

 

WINNER 

MOTHER, DID YOU KNOW?

SABRINA LIU

KRISTIN SCHOOL, TĀMAKI MAKAURAU AUCKLAND

 

 

Mother, Did you know?

I taste snow, the dimming lights blue as iced

fireflies, my fingers knuckled & swollen. My thumbs

cup the cold & close into my mouth, a frosted-

pacifier. Snow pulverizes into infant powder. Today

is a new day. Today is the day I will open letters

postmarked from the sky, fish for carp in the sediment

of my inbox, & flip through the book that has spread-eagled

my New Year’s To-Do list the last five years. I empty

my drawers, digging through old diaries & ironing socks

round as fattened silkworms. I don’t visit the shantytown

of my childhood, the expanse that flattened over the darkness

of feeling, those memories river-past. Today the world teeths

on new wanting between its cupped hands, a wanting clean

as a child’s voice through the kitchen window, smudged

with whiteness so pure it burns. My version of spring cleaning, flowering-

while February curls like a sleeping bear. Mother, did you know

snow tastes like nothing? Did you know, today,

I made a snow angel for the first time? Did you know

snow is a verb? I am eating well without you.

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RUNNER-UP:  PRIMARY/INTERMEDIATE

CHITHRALIE HERATH

RUSSLEY SCHOOL, ŌTAUTAHI CHRISTCHURCH

Sri Lankan New Year

At Sri Lankan New Year we go to the park

My dad tells me old Sri Lankan stories

while my mum cooks delicious kawum

We all make cards for each other

but when my sister does it,

it’s a big mess

We exchange gifts and money

We all sing together

My grandma sits down and tells us of

when she was little

she says her parents used fireworks every year

My mom makes her five star kokis

My sister fights over presents with my cousins

My big cousin-brother throws little tiny leaves at us

We go to our friends’s houses

and have sleepovers

for weeks

I wonder if this has gone on

for thousands of generations

 

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HIGHLY COMMENDED (in no particular order)

Static Orchard  – Johnson Wang, Rangitoto School,  Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland

Questions for a Conservative Christian Classmate – Eve Hughes,  Cashmere High, Ōtautahi, Christchurch

I’m Going to Meet Tyler Durdan – Chetana Surpaneni, Queen Margaret College, Te Whanganui-a-Tara Wellington

At Christmas we go to Castle Hill – Lachlan Hogan, Russley School, Ōtautahi, Christchurch

Tua o te Kiri – Saoirse Johsnon, Taupō

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COMMENDED

(in no particular order)

Breaking Water  – Jingming Ruan, China 

New Zealand – Madilynn Martinez, Leeston, Selwyn District, New Zealand

Vision  – Harry Foy, Westlake Boys High School Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland

I am From – Elias Smith, Hillcrest High School, Kirikiriroa Hamilton

Stir Beneath the Skin – Ketana Musgrove, Taihape Area School, Taihape

 

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