BOATRY

One of my poems was accepted into an International Poetry Competition today - the result published in May.

Not sure how it will come out here, it's okay in 'Word' but gets temperamental when posted elsewhere.

Boatry

       

                                                        

                                                                    I like flags.

                                                                   Do

                                                                              a  Set

                                                           fore  Sails

                                                     sail  is    Flapping

                                               not for sale  In the wind.

                                           you  may find   Makes one think

                                       that you need it    Of  flying far off like

                                    rather badly in a    Some Albatross set free

                                 wind or in a gale       From land and those grassy ties

        I                    and  without it  find      That shore can bring, although I do

           do      others quickly up your tail    Like being a landlocked Shipwright it's part

                 like                                            of

                       boatbuilding it's                  my                                                      

                           such a large part of my life. I love the smell of the wood as I cut and plane it.

                              Listen to the music of the parts that go to make a boat, each such poetry:

                                      tumblehome and transom; hog and hogson; apron and the thwart                

                                           gutter and garboard strakes of planking: clinker & hard chine

                                                       but alas, without a keel,

                                                              where would we be?

                                                                   capsized and upside

                                                                       down, swimming

                                                                               deep beneath

                                                                                          the sea.