Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Mouse

by Rob Christie

I gave to her a silver mouse
A tiny charm against the dark.
It sparkled,
bright symbol of my timid heart.
Its tail of chain and ruby eyes
to gaze across her room at night.
 
Hard, that its fragile shape survives,
while all we were is dead,
sad casualties of life.
 
It is a shame on me
and it is a shame on her.

Added: 28.04.2009

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