Winners and listed entries – please keep an eye on the page as top poems will be published soon
First Jonathan Cweorth Aztec Garden
Second The runner up prize goes to Seamus Harrington with Time and Tide
Third Andy Fawthrop Green
Fourth Beatrice Stephenson The Scissor Bird
Fifth John Darley Me , I’m not
Next – in no particular order
Jonathan Cweorth Priest
John Darley Cornwall Early Summer
Noel King Upon inheriting the parents’ home
Suda Ranganathan Platform 4
Loretta Emery A Message From Stan
Carole A Warburton Red Alert – a nonsense poem
John O Malley Birth of a poet
The last time I saw you
you mocked my altar
to the Flower Prince
told me you really desired
jaguar buckles of gold and jade
a turquoise nose ring
quetzal feathers in your hair
I will be reborn higher
on the wheel you said
I will return as a butterfly
you went to the priests
the obsidian night fell hard
even the sun was bleeding.
Most days I work
the ache of you
from my bones
my hands wrist-deep
in warm black earth
through the marigolds
the lake is sky-wide
the same heartless blue
I watch for butterflies
among the tomato leaves
where moths lay their eggs.
Time and Tide
In six hours twenty all has changed
that coastline’s altered, rearranged
the distance un/covered every hour
appears to change by lunar power.
This covert style is just so cool
our seas obey the one-twelfth rule;
The fall and rise or ebb and flow
proceed alike both quick and slow.
The first hour past a tidal turn
it flows one-twelfth – we’ve come to learn
along its way, direction one
sea urchins sigh in unison.
The second hour this rate will double
– see urchins play where castles wobble.
The third hour then is three times first
a fourth one gives the same quick burst
then five as two and six as one;
high time to turn its journey done.
Re-sluicing shores from poles to tropics
with springs an’ neaps; Bi-monthly topics…
Perhaps some rhyme may swell our depth
of knowledge so we’re safely kept,
harmonic charts and daily tables;
didactic clearly they’re not fables.
Some local knowledge may deliver
solutions to that saline river
with deep fin keel or board less cat
you need to know just what you’re at
at mid tide ebb survey your draft
yes even on a shallow raft
or else you wait and wait and sigh…
where Nature’s left you high and dry.