Longlisted Poem 2015

Rosalea Beattie

Loudon Academy, Glasgow


A beetle scampers unknowingly
under my powerful foot.
Inferior to my uniform.
Just as they are.

Row after row of stars like
grains of sand on the Earth.
Which light will go out next?
I choose.

Inescapable. I hear their cries stealing
away my sleep. Torture.
I wish I was home where
none of this existed.

A warmer bed and family dinner
snigger relentlessly
in front of me.
Mother, answer my letters.

But, these thoughts lie only
in bed with me
like a wicked woman who
whispers deceitfully to me.

I keep her in a cell with
them. Trapped like moths
in ajar. They will never fly
to the light again.

© Rosalea Beattie

Project Details

  • Date May 26, 2015
  • Tags 2015 Cells - Longlisted Poems