In reply to UKC News: well done to the winners - great poem and short stories.
I especially like the poem, although the imagery is great in all three.
In the stanza
Not
Far now from the end, the
Cup of tea and sigh
Of quiet satisfaction and group evaluation.
My sack is heavy on my back,
And shirt soaked through with sweat.
I shall parade my bruises,
Multi-coloured souvenirs
Later back at home.
the word souvenirs, to my mind is aching to be "medals", with the military image of "parade" in the previous line. In fact the whole stanza is reminiscent of war poetry. But the word "souvenir" rips it out of that world and quite rightly puts it back as a peacetime pastime.
Really enjoyed reading all three, so thanks again.