"What got me into writing? T.S.Eliot's The Waste Land - found by accident in the school library one lunchtime when I was in there hiding from the rain (and maybe people). Did I 'understand' it? No way... but I was intrigued, entranced, annoyed, strangely captivated by it..."
A Cliff Scene: Tregardock.
The tiger sea claws down the ages
from the cliff; no pad and pawful
playing, but white claws unleashed
on the land, peeling down and grinding out
the soil's bone.
Are the sea's muscular
spasms which roll in the waves
partnered by the air's surge, boiling
with gulIs in a thousand screaming wings
tumbling upward at the world's edge?
Elemental conflict scorns and scatters
life's intrusion, leaves its illusions
to the living - eliminates colour
in a fused and furied world
of grey, black and the white
flowering of their frenzy.
Each clutching fall back from the cliff's face
throws its anger on the wind's waves,
charms its prey and me, the erstwhile
charmer, into eyebound awe.
Watching this, I am no more living
than the gulls in the wind's mad hands,
or a mouse alive in the final
catfilled yawn of the shadow's tooth.
What does it matter if I live
or die; if mankind builds or draws
a fiery curtain on his world?
Blind waves will beat their brains out
still on thoughtless rocks.
The Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award is Britain's most prestigious poetry prize for young writers between the ages of 11-17. Each year we look for a hundred of the best young poets in the UK and beyond, as well as some of the most active poetry schools with special prizes for both 11-14 and 15-17 year olds. The closing date each year is 31st July.
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