Laura Tisdall (Third prize)
Hayesfield Girls’ School, Bath
I walked among the Dead for years
Through my own stubborn bent;
Not quite in the shadowed realm
But awaiting the event.
Then in the hour I never looked
A sudden patch of sun;
I did not hold it close enough –
It shivered, and was gone.
Now the dawn grows closer still
And lately, in the air
I feel a careful stirring,
A waiting, everywhere –
I saw the Dead to sleep last night
Perhaps they slumber still –
If one day of living
Can take away that chill.
- Date January 25, 2015
- Tags 2004 Early Morning - Winning Poems