We want whole families to enjoy reading and writing together, so we created the Family Rammy category in our annual writing competition. We invite members of the same family to submit their entries
2019’s winners were the Garvens – Mum Sarah and daughter Juliette.
Why I Want to Go by Juliette Garven, Age 10
I want to go to feel the wind in my hair the spray on my face
I want to go to see the clouds come and go without a trace
I want to go to see the mountains filling the space
I want to go to see the sea eagles soring
I want to go to hear the rivers roaring
I want to go to play games with new friends then do the scoring
I want to go to hear the sea gulls scream their cry so forlorn
I want to go to lie in bed and listen to a thunder storm
I want to go to run about outside to keep warm
There’s so much stuff I want to do so that is why I want to go,
so please say yes I need to know.
I need to know if we can go.
(c) Juliette Garven, ,
The Sea by Sarah Garven
Again I am lured by the roaring sea
The one that is raging and black
Where my hair makes whips
And the seaweed flips
Over the rocks and back
Over the rocks and back
I watch, the foam and the spray fly wild
With the roar of the wind
Throbbing deep in my chest
I’m shivering like a child
Shivering like a child I search
Peer through the darkening waves
Feel the strength of the moon
The prick of harpoon
And deeply the sailor’s graves
The Sea
Deep in the sailor’s graves
Rest riddles of time and place
Through eel-nibbled bones
Beside Davey Jones
Secrets of fathomless space
Time and again, and again each time
I come and I stand and I yearn
Fingertips miss
The edge of abyss
Enlightenment tempts return
Knowledge nets, knotted and fast
All that escapes are my moans
Like beasts in the deep
Calling knowledge to creep
Into my marrow’s bones
The Sea
Deep in my marrow bones
I feel, and so I reach out to grasp
The truth in the chest
Which tugs deep in my breast
But is locked with a barnacled hasp.
So I stand with my back to the deepening black
And face the roiling mass
Glimpses of moon
Spied through the gloom
Heart pierced with slivers of glass
The fragments of heart-glass, deliciously sharp
I breathlessly grasp for the ways
To tease sense from the doom
Knowledge from spume
The truth that will set all ablaze.
The Sea
Will truth be kindled to blaze?
It must! Keep searching I sense, there, a crack!
But blackness like squid ink
Swirls round me in clouds
Heart strings too tightened for slack.
The storm now spent, is over and done.
The night revealed, moonlit and black
Now unsure why I went,
Feeling utterly spent
Fool myself that I’ll never come back.
(c) Sarah Garven