Posted: October 17th, 2009 | Author: sue.beth | Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: poetry, Quill Writing Group | 2 Comments »
Quill Creative writing group met last Wednesday to hold the presentation of prizes for their annual competition The pic shows the group with the three winners ie: myself Sue Ellis, Tamara Minns, and Charles Huggett.

1st prize Tamara Minns
ENIGMA
The sea was spawned before time began,
Long before God blue-printed man
No greed, no poison, no manic wars
Just moonlight shadows on virgin shores
Men of learning throughout history
Have marvelled at its mystery
Searching for answers till their demise
Of a roaring monster in disguise
The mayflower fathers prayed the sea
Would sail them to religious liberty
When they turned their backs on a divided realm,
They knew their God was at the helm.
Sailor there’s no need to pray
The sea won’t heed a word you say.
No songs of praise sung on the quay
Can quell it’s thirsty savagery
Sometimes friend, more times foe
Heaven determines which way it shall flow.
Mother wash those tears away
Your boy would have it no other way
Will the sea remain when time has gone?
Yes mankind is weak, the sea is strong.
2nd prize Sue Ellis
HAIL THE SEA
Hail to the sea, all Mighty, all Powerful,
I salute you!
In awe of your splendour
I bow to thee.
Your beauty, your vastness, and magnificence,
Have inspired many to write reams.
Yet, you hide secrets.
In your deep waters many creatures call their home
Plant life with splendid colourful beauty
Hails another world.
An underwater wonderland is there to be discovered.
If I delve beneath your surface
Breaking through
the calm stillness of your glassy waters,
Dive downward into darkness
Lit only from above with rays of sunlight
That penetrate,
Your depths.
I’ll uncover your secrets.
Secrets
of that other world
Hidden from view.
Yet beware!
Danger lurks.
Your currents can turn,
your mood change
You can refuse to welcome intruders
rebelling from prying eyes
In your fury you can rise up unexpectedly,
Sucking innocent crafts into your towering waves
Destroying all in your rage.
You have my respect
Oh mighty sea
One day you could engulf our lands
And rule the world.
3rd prize Charles Huggett
Waves
In angry turmoil, seas crash and thunder
Water torn, white and ragged
Tops exploding, blown asunder,
Violent crests, sharp and jagged,
Onwards thrusting to the land
To crush it, mark it, with their brand.
Surging, rolling, undulating
Waves rise and swell in endless charging
Like ranks of cavalry unabating
Constantly contracting and enlarging
Desperately spending force to reach
That once distant, nearing beach.
Lapping gently on silken shore
Lazily running, they slide and slither
Softly now, with little bore
They procrastinate and dither
Pausing briefly to kiss the strand
And roll small pebbles on the sand.
A mystery too deep to fathom
Waters just as old as time
Flood and ebb in constant rhythm
Unceasing majestic and sublime
In all its moods uncomprehending
The sea must roll, it’s task unending.