In Competition No. 2982 you were invited to recast John Masefield’s ‘Sea Fever’ in light of the news that the poet suffered from acute seasickness.
In his book Sea Fever, Sam Jefferson relates how as an apprentice seaman aboard the Gilcruix, the unfortunate Masefield was struck down by a brutal bout of mal de mer. A diary entry recorded the full horror: ‘I was faint, clammy, helpless, weakly wishing for death or dry land.’
Long lines, as per the original poem, mean that there is limited space for winners, which is a shame. This was a hugely popular comp and there were lots of skilful, witty and well-made entries (though with a fair, if not unsurprising, degree of repetition).
Those that nearly made the cut include Jerome Betts, Albert Black, A.H. Harker, Martin John, Walter Ancarrow, Neil Rowson, Iggy McGovern, William Casement, Jennifer Moore and Laurie Fitzpatrick. The winners, printed below, earn £35 each and the bonus fiver belongs to John Whitworth.
I would go down to the sea again but the waves
just make me sick.
If I go afloat in a rocking boat then I throw up
So we might nip out for a glass of stout to the
pub around the corner,
But the salt-sea rave of the wildering wave and
its keening avifauna…?
No. I must bide by my own fireside in my flat in
With a Chinese chicken takeaway to share with
a special friend,
With a pot of tea and a DVD and the radiators
What we like the most is we’re warm as toast
whatever weather’s coming.
A sailor’s life is all storm and strife, his ways are
wild and whacko,
The whores, the booze, the strange tattoos, the
stink of shag tobacco.
Give me the kiss of suburban bliss where the
Where the children play at the close of day and
the cats stream to and fro.
I must down to Boots again for some Oral Salts
And maybe scopolamine patches, or packets of
And ephedrine highs and a Sea Band, hard on
the Nei Kuan point,
And Dramamine, and ginger root, and even a
big fat joint.
I must down to the quay again, to gaze at the
crash of surf,
Though my face is bluey-green, the hue of a
horribly mutant Smurf,
And all I ask is a millpond, while the mermaids
Or the cool of Phenergan Rectal on the ship’s
Must I down to the seas again where old wives
give three cheers
With their apple-and-cracker remedies, and
water behind the ears?
And all I ask is a steady bunk or a hammock
averse to swing,
Or a call from the coastguard, cancelling the
whole damn thing.
I must throw up in the sea again, in the dark and
And all I ask is for kindly death to end my misery,
With my wrenched guts and my loud moans and
my entrails churning
And a green tinge to my haggard face, and my
I must throw up in the sea again, for the heads
are clogged with sick
And my stomach’s giving a clear call that must
be dealt with quick.
And all I ask is get out of my way, whoever you
As I do a fast and urgent rush to puke at the
I must throw up in the sea again, and empty my
With a fraught look in my wild eyes, and a
desperate cry for mummy.
What I don’t want is a sarky quip from a laughing
I’ll know the owner. He’ll sack you, mate, when
this damned trip’s over.
I must go up on deck again and stick my head
over the side
Since me on water is very bad news no matter
how calm the tide;
I’ve spewed ice-cream on the Serpentine in a
Cornettos from many a gondola and bisque
from a bateau mouche.
I’ve puked my guts on body boards from Croyde
to Carbis Bay
I’ve vomited under Putney Bridge on every
Boat Race Day.
I’ve chundered almost instantly on the Broads in
a Norfolk wherry,
While there’s precious little I’ve not chucked up
on the Dartmouth/Kingswear ferry.
And the Second Mate has just walked past with
a greasy bacon butty,
So my innards are now a churning gloop and my
face the shade of putty.
Now all I need is a lessening wind and to find a
Where a man can lose his breakfast and it won’t
blow back in his face.
No. 2985: trigger point
You are invited to provide a poetic preview of the day Article 50 is triggered. Please email entries, wherever possible, of up to 16 lines to email@example.com by midday on 8 February.
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