National Poetry Competition

As previously noted I sent a poem of to the Poetry Society's National Poetry Competition. I didn't win. Having not won, I can now put it on the blog without being disqualified!

Water

The river has many secrets to hide
When not in flood the bottom can be seen
After the storm it leapt onto it’s sides
We look at it and wonder what it means

When not in flood the bottom can be seen
Standing on the bridge which we use to ride
We look at it and wonder what it means
Our past lives, washed away, no longer guide

Standing on the bridge which we use to ride
Looking down into the fast flowing stream
Our past lives, washed away, no longer guide
The water has scoured all the bones clean

Looking down into the fast flowing stream
After the storm it leaps onto it’s sides
The water has scoured all the bones clean
The river has many secrets to hide


So who did win? Linda France with a poem called Bernard and Cerinthe. It's pretty good! It and the runner-up/commended and so on are all at the link.