Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

The Cave

by Mark Johnstone

I once went down a deep dark cave to see what I could find.
The voices followed down the trail, the light it lagged behind.

The muscles tightened round my eyes, my eyebrows burrowed in.
The further from the source I got, the louder grew the din.

I felt a knot beneath my ribs, it grabbed me as I breathed.
It tugged me like a small persistent child at my sleeve.

I turned to see the distant glow, my back towards the wall.
It flickered like a candle flame, so softly did it call.

My vision blurred, the voices merged, the air lay thick and still.
I couldn't see what dragged me there or if it was my will.  

Added: 10.04.2009