Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Rank Outsider

by Debbie Jellings

Because I painted my walls sketchily
always the ghost of a dark cloud,
and the uncarpeted boards of my floor
lie apart like synaptic lapses  
and my airing cupboard wall features
a fissure as wide as a man's spread hand
spanning elbow to finger tip
and my skirting is gapped
like my own early development
and both my kitchen drawers
miss handles and the plaster
of my South facing bedroom wall
has, like a fitting child, bubbled at mouth
and you are blind to my foibles
and never contemplate my sloth.

Added: 30.04.2009