Updated: Mar 19, 2022
The ship that never sailed
Breath in breath out
Blackness on sea is what life is all about
A windy rush can not crush the ancient castle of blackness
The wind rapidly dies to that I cry
Because of the Beautiful sky of blackness
Getting hungry need a scran
Head to the lobster pot
As quick as you can
The Judges have now produced the shortlist of the 12 poems going forward to the final announcement of the winners at the presentation on Friday 4th November at the Lobster Pot. People are expected to
Cats & Dugs Doon Blackness brae, thon castle, a big stane ship smirred in mist, slate-grey Firth snarlin at her knees. We could’ve happed-up, gallus agin the hurlin rain, or, stayed in the motor, hypn