Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Swimming pool

by Rob Christie

  Swimming pool
I saw him again today
In his wet baggy shorts
Walking away
His feet slapping dull
On the square tiled floor
He's the man with the rectangular body
A leg on each corner
His arms stuck haphazardly
To his shoulders
Like two hinged afterthoughts
Swinging against his sides
We men
Or more correctly, our women
Will eschew every time
The instability of quadrilaterals
For the triangle, the engineers best friend,
Embodied in the cool angularity of the ectomorph
Pear shaped
While good in a wind
Has always failed to optimally fit
In the pegboard of female admiration.

Added: 27.04.2009