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Carol Hughes, Guernsey

2nd prize: Channel Islands’ Poetry
Poems on the Move & Poems on the Buses Exhibitions

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s storm?
Thou art more fiery and more passionate.
Stiff breezes blow but you can make me warm
It’s winter’s chill makes you importunate.
Sometimes too rough the centre of the squall,
Too harsh and cruel the thrusting wind and rain.
In gentler times we find we can’t recall
What gusts and blasts provoked this hurricane.
May this tempestuous winter never cease
May you be always stormy, savage, base;
Explosions come, we never sanction peace
But rush on headlong to a wild embrace.
Remember this when winter’s bleak and raw,
Think hard of me, I’m howling at your door.