POEM TITLE
Exposed
POEM
I am devoid
Of all
Light.
Cleaved and
Exposed to the
Silent howling of
Blackness on Sea
At night.
Caught
Between granite
And the
Incoming tide
I am
Tethered to
Sand
Where the
Breakers
Collide.
I am paralysed.
There on
The shore.
Forged and
Forsaken
In this wild
Tidal war.
The scent of
Salt
Drawing
Sorrow’s breath.
Washed by
Waves
In the cold arms
Of death.
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