Francesca Beasley (Commended)
Wallington High School for Girls, Surrey
The Perimeters of Gravity
How about we save the world
One person at a time?
Late November, the ceiling drips –
I am a pink Eskimo, expecting snow
Weighing the air with my fingers
Like a man on the moon.
Now the curtains are drawn,
The darkness become a low rattle of
Television static. Headlights sweep
Through, faceless feelers for someone
Unaware they are searching my room.
I think I will be okay when
you leave. Always that shrinking
(after your leopard’s eyes have
passed over me) that shrinking –
back into wilderness, strangely empty.
- Date February 8, 2015
- Tags 2005 Gravity - Winning Poems