Guernsey’s International Poetry Competition describes the island as ‘a peaceful haven, not only for finance but also for writers’.
Does finance need a place to flee?
An economic refugee?
Come seeking solace by the sea?
A safe-sound island sanctuary?
Does finance crawl here penniless?
Or stride ashore flushed with success?
So it’s not known at last address
When taxed to help relieve distress?
But writers choose the same repose
We dip our pens and dip our toes
On just the beach where finance goes
We write like we don’t care who knows
We sing like birds and honk like geese
Disturb poor finance in its peace
