Updated: Mar 19, 2022
Silent vigil
Silent she stands
Sea salt spraying and slapping her stone sides
The ship that never sailed
On her never-ending vigil
Alone
Would that she could lift her foundations
To find a spot in the lobster pot
And seek comfort by the fire
A warm plate
Laughter and songs
But no
Still she stands
Blackness on sea behind her
Silent strength
At the mouth of the forth
Gazing ever outwards
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