Longlisted Poem 2014
Downe House School, Newbury, Berkshire
Sun streams coax us out like heavy moths.
We flood through park gates to flop;
fat, white and sprawling
on green ground, which reaches up,
frail as an anemone.
The fish are out, too,
lazing in their penny pool.
They are sun swollen tangerines:
I want to pick them out and squeeze them.
Centre stage, Lily opens wide her hinges
pinky pale, pollen powdery,
the bees are crazy about her.
Five fathoms down, the thin newt chokes
his tail’s tangled in the filter.
Exhausted by the metal monster,
he is sucked in –
consumed: long, dark gulps –
chomped with regularity –
At last his strange, string fingers unfurl.
His eyes are pearls.
The curtains fold.
It’s shady in the still-open supermarket.
Smothered in the freezer’s chill,
ten bony men stock food on shelves.
We pop in for an ice-cream.
The filter blows lovely bubbles on the surface, for fish to dream in.
© Katharina Dixon-Ward
- Date February 10, 2015
- Tags 2014 News - Longlisted Poems