- Anyone who wishes to enter the competition should submit their poem(s) via the St Mary’s email address firstname.lastname@example.org.
- The subject of your poems is entirely up to you and need not be necessarily church related.
- The poem should be all your own work.
- As a guide your poem maybe two verses and between 4 to 6 lines per verse. Deviation from the suggested format is permissible.
- There is no limit to the number of poems that can be submitted by each entrant, but the Vestry of St Mary’s has the right to decide which poems are published.
- Poems will be published on the St Mary’s website with a number and title. Each entrant will be deemed to grant St Mary’s Vestry a royalty free non-exclusive licence to publish the material.
- The entry fee for each poem submitted is £2 and you can enter as many poems as you like. Payments can be made direct to St Mary’s bank account, or by cheque made payable to St Mary’s Episcopal Church, Carden Place, Aberdeen or via the PayPal donation facility on our website.
- The closing date is set as 17th October (Harvest Sunday).
- The best three poems will be selected by the Vestry of St Mary’s.
1. The Busy Wind
Oh busy Wind do tell me why When you come blowing from the sky You whip around between buildings high As in Marischal Square Where seating should be a welcome rest For people to sit where sun shines best Instead you rush around and by your zest You are chasing incomers away Says Busy Wind that in my mind I search for places where I find Especially to me are very kind That by their lift I’m stronger The high lift of the 'New Built Square' So wonderful, is exactly where Happily swishing I want to share The joy that is given to me Wind stay up not down be on your way Give grace to people who want to stay Enjoying sun and rest while they may Letting people linger longer.
“I’m too busy” said he, as he put down the phone, “I’m too tired” said he as he turned off the light Maybe tomorrow I won’t need to moan, Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel just right No time to delay, no time to look back No time to slow down, no time to be here Maybe tomorrow I’ll start to unpack, Maybe tomorrow I’ll just disappear.
3. Congregation Revelation
St Andrew’s Cathedral was closed for renovation, What was happening to its Congregation? Then suddenly they heard of Zoom, Would this lead to doom and gloom? On the contrary with hearts uplifted, View from the Upper Room was gifted. The Priest appeared in Robes arrayed At the altar, Service, Eucharist was displayed. This choice for many a revelation, Rejoining some of the congregation, Thankfully plus Pro-Cathedral St Mary’s Church, The Congregation were not left in the lurch.
4. It is our Turn
What can all persons do the cry went out, With the pandemic we can’t get about. Self-isolate is now the “new”, Freely about a privilege of a few, Including wild animals on the road, Are creeping out from their abode. Blatantly walking, clearly are seen, Makes us wonder where they’ve been. Where once they watched us fill the streets, Now animals do strut as freedom greets, While we converse at home on Zoom, When shall we like them be free to roam.