A silent-screen ocean,
sand gritty as grave-yard gravel.
A bitter monochrome day to wait,
to watch aimless black-backed gulls
sweeping the upper air.
Moon dust dunes wax and wane,
shape-shifting the scoured landscape
where marram grass, colour-leached
and sharp as glass,
flows like beds of eels across the blown-out beach
reaching out to where the salt steel sea
closes in on treacherous sands.
I sight a riderless horse, still and pale,
below a white sky
as wide and empty as a sail.
This poem has undergone many edits, several title changes and indeed this is an edited version of the entry, after advice from the esteemed Bert Flitcroft. I was very surprised to win, as I felt there were several entries far superior to mine. - Ed.
Commendations were 'Dandelion' by Andy Wooton and 'Amy' by Heath Ackley.