I was fortunate enough to recently have a poem win the North West Words Poetry Competition. Here it is – for anyone who would like to read it.
It is also included in the Spring edition of the North West Words on-line magazine
The sky blue drug goes in,
and then we watch helpless
the violence of his falling and terrible
tumbling over himself, his desperate
lurching refusal to stay down though
unable to stay up; it goes on forever,
until he’s prone at last and Claire
puts her hand over his eye and
he gives in to the shuddering darkness.
A bullet loudly, thankfully, finishes it.
I want to cry wait horse, wait,
we’ll do it better, it was a kindness
that we meant.
sadness for everything I’ve ever lost,
is pouring through this rent, that wound,
his drawn back lips, his emptied eyes.
Beautiful and harrowing
Thank you Maria