Molly Underwood (Commended)
The Perse Upper School, Cambridge
The Breaking Day
We see only sunblood, we are born –
Shudderspat from foetal sleep
Into the cold and neon dawn.
Clumsy-thumbs and edges, we are small,
But snatching at our wish-warm sheets
We could be anything at all:
Blazing and unlovely, blind no more
And not yet blind, the things we know
Are few and true and wordless raw.
Later, not much later, we will fall:
We’ll taste the orange segment day,
Splintered, sixty, twenty-four –
Anchorless and answerless we’ll claw
At shrinking, bread-in-water sky
That can’t contain us anymore,
But momentless and now-ful, not at war,
We do not hate the morning world
That made us sunshine-sick and sore.
- Date January 30, 2015
- Tags 2011 Simplicity - Winning Poems