ENTRY FOR: LOVE THE WORDS 2022
Born by water – a happy Victorian facade
Seaside resorts – buried under decades of seagull guano
Harbouring visions – steel ruins crumbling into the cold North Sea
A life less lived – fluid and fleeting and frustratingly constrained
The Merchant Navy – escape, escape, escape…
Too young, too soon – sent home again, dreams dashed against the rocks
Reservoirs and reservations – landlocked lakes of longing
Working the canals – bird nesting and hedgerow greens
Something more – the tributaries and tribulations of love
Across the ocean – another chance at life
And back again – to grey puddles around grim ports
Docks dried up – industry destroyed
Hours at the labour exchange – years on the dole
Beachfront promenades – decayed or turned to rust
Hands of crags – weathered like his home
Castaway – mind lost amidst the waves
Babbling like a brook – words hard to form or come by
Taken to the lochs – the highlands were ne’er conquered
Foam sprays my face – ash plays among the waterfall
Once poured, cannot be collected – another death by water