MAG Poetry Competition 2010 - search for new poems

About 80% of the participants in the 2010 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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The Magic Child

by Violet Hues

And it stretched and straddled the gap
of over a billion light years wide
the string that held the swing on
which the magic mind would ride

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DOUBT

by Violet Hues

Say no to flight upon the skies of bleak
without a sun never swoon before the night
without a moon burn the tears of fear and hate
into mist evaporate all the worries

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Back to the Land

by Vivien Hampshire

We drive through orange shattered shards
of broken leaf,
shredded by the battered cars
that take the chance and venture

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Her wardrobe refuses to say Goodbye

by Vivien Hampshire

I came looking for something she would choose,
in a shade to enhance her sallow skin, soft,
to pass easily over rigid arms, to cover wrinkled knees,
preserve her dignity.

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Separation

by Vivien Hampshire

Odd socks
wait like widows,
watch each load unfurl, hope
for the return of partners lost

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Remnants

by Wendy Klein

Like some whacky space-age insect
the American helicopter, blades
silenced by time and midday heat,
hunches, beached forever, just inside

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I Greet the Blue Water Buffalo of Cambodia

by Wendy Klein

O you are blue, not the casual blue of everyday sky,
the shade a child crayons in above a house
with a chimney and windows for eyes,
not even lapis lazuli, too decorative,

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Canned Peas

by Wendy Klein

Stiff with best behaviour I sit between Grandma and Grandpa,
while my new mother serves hamburgers,

serves baked potatoes, serves canned peas. I watch her, my scalp

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Patchworking

by Wendy Klein

I’m mending her quilt
a gaudy Katrina survivor,
its appliquéd squares
of cotton and cheesecloth

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In Praise of the Children Who Sell Scarves at Angkor Wat

by Wendy Klein

They celebrate the divinity of free enterprise,
for though they travel in flocks, each,
like a homing pigeon, represents himself.

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