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



Aztec Garden



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.


















I am an English teacher, living in West Sussex.

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