So yesterday was the last day to enter the poetry contest. Sadly we didn’t have many entries, but the entry that won was by Blips for the following:
Bright and red the engines pulsed and roared;
Overhead the metal birds woke and soared;
In the dark a proud Captain spoke calm but hard;
A mission stark amongst the spaces starred;
The grim faces watched the array of screens;
Distances measured by digital means;
The numbers shortened and orders rang out;
Gunners take aim and bring our long guns about;
Metal flew tearing explosions along hulls;
Ships drew close and the chaos suffered no lulls;
After hours the battle sputtered to an end;
The powers faded with the crews beyond mend;
And even today the broken fleets still drift;
Tempting pay if you can brave the bodies stiff;
I chose this one because it invoked mental imagery of space combat as I read it, which is well worth a win in my book. Thanks to everyone who entered! :)
