MAG Poetry Competition 2009 - search for new poems

About 80% of the participants in the 2009 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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STORAGE

by JENNIFER FARFORT

They took her legs, folded them, pushed under an empire chin.
A concertina with slatted pleats
of milk and grey. The muted mouth - torn, hollowed

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Individuation

by Jenny Bowden

Get set go! The co-ordinates were given, 08.11.68
I found it hard to leave the starting gate.
Cesar section, pre-oral fears of separation
A confounded sense of self, from the earliest to the latest manifestation.

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This Evil We Are Surrounded By

by Jessica Connelly

Yobs, bullies, gangs
Who knows what might happen...
When you let your young child go for a walk down the road...
To the park,

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Hair today, gone tomorrow

by Jessica Mason

My grief washes over me
while hot water and soap
attempt to rid my skin of the
rancid smell of cancer.

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Poem 2

by Jill Neville

In packing up her mother’s things she is preparing for her own death
Sticking labels on brushes, pots, bags of buttons
Why she kept them, where they are from
So that her daughter does not have the torment of not knowing

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Poem 1

by Jill Neville

The brown paper package was identifiable by it’s cremation number –111789.
111789 – was that the clue – did that number have a meaning?

She sat in front of the mirror –

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Hooked.

by Jo Cooper

Mrs Smith’s man was no fisherman by hobby,
more a horse of nature
in the blood that lead to his cock,
soft and grey on the slab.

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Timestabled

by Joan Elliott

I can't let you go, crescent scar,
dimpled imprint; potato masher.
I can't let you go, staved-in clump,
stretch-mark glow, chibbed-upfavourite.

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Text (I'm in Tesco)

by Joan Elliott

I fight the urge to text,
the cyber comfort thumb that tap, tap, taps
each delicate vowel; each manicured syllable, deftly bred
treasured; measured; chosen like jewels

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Moments Slip Away

by Joanne O'Neill

Watching the moment slip away
Losing the ground from underneath
You're stuck in this place now
Between how it is and how it should be

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