Wokingham Writers’ Group holds regular contests for its members, and its most recent was themed around a town centre institution.
Meetings have been held in The Ship Inn in Peach Street while the scribes were unable to use their usual meeting place of Wokingham Library.
To honour the pub and thank them for being allowed to gather there, the theme of the contest was The Ship.
The winning entry came from Malcolm Hall, and was a poem.
Here it is.
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A slight gust of wind,
A flutter of sail,
A timber gently creaks,
The Ship felt the slight movement,
Life awakened,
A gentle smile,
Lethargy dropped from the crew,
She felt their purposeful movement on her deck.
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Now they stood watching, waiting,
A stronger gust rustled the sail,
She felt her timbers and ropes move
Sails were hoisted,
More wind, more creaks,
The Ship was underway.
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The captain appeared,
Surveyed the scene,
Felt the wind,
Took the helm.
The Ship turned to take the wind,
Truly alive.
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Memories flooded back
Days running before the storm,
Kept alive by her crew,
Brief thoughts of friends,
who had not been so lucky,
Flashed across her mind.
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The wind strengthened,
No sense of impeding storm,
This is how it was meant to be.
