Mairi Brewis (Second prize)
St Paul’s Girls’ School, London
It was going to be your birthday
I waited for the days to tick by.
Every night, when you called,
I secretly picked up my sewing
And stitched as we talked.
I was making you your present
A little beanbag patchwork turtle.
I’d chosen the shades of green,
I’d stitched all of his back.
One day, as I started to sew more patches together,
You mentioned you hated green.
The needle pricked my finger;
A bloody red stain grew on the turtle’s neck.
You liked blue.
So the next day I went out again
I bought a whole new set of material
And started to sew the blue patches together.
The last few days
I had to talk to you for longer than usual
As I filled the turtle with rice,
The other, rejected, jealous,
Watching as I stitched the final side.
I wrapped him up in blue tissue paper,
Tied a small blue bow,
Wrote in a tiny blue card.
We met for lunch on your birthday,
As we parted
I shyly placed him in your hands
And said goodbye.
We walked apart,
I turned to look at you,
And saw you throw him into the air.
- Date January 30, 2015
- Tags 2001 Blue - Winning Poems