Longlisted Poem 2014
Sir William Borlase’s Grammar School, Buckinghamshire
A shadow in an armchair wears a black and white suit,
Rustling through pages, eyes steely and mute.
Three fugitives wanted. Typhoon Isis – thousands dead.
In Africa: droughts. In Europe: floods. ‘Oh disaster’ they said.
His hands temple pensively, under fingernails tainted with ink.
An itching thirst in his pillared throat. He inhales his torturing drink.
Father heaves a parchmented sigh, crumpling his fists.
He calls upon his wayward daughter to unbind his wrists.
Click. His cries fall upon fortified ears,
She mocks her forlorn father, jeering at his tears.
Click. Botox, bikinis. Stomachs, waists, thighs: all unread.
Her bloating body fills too much space. ‘Oh disaster’ they said.
Daughter’s eyes scroll needles over her shamed silhouette;
Her reproachful, bitching collarbones nurse an empty threat.
With a single sweet smile she thrusts her father to the flames.
He ignites, but cannot fight against her vicious ways.
With vapid laughs and swift attacks, she need not have an excuse,
Until the day she’ll finally fall and slip gratefully into the noose.
© Ella Capel-Smith
- Date February 10, 2015
- Tags 2014 News - Longlisted Poems