Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Bitter Words

by Danny Herbert
Walthamstow, UK

I keep bitter words in my back pocket
My flick knife, just in case there they
stay never used in safe sound silent
               place Just in
              case so I feel 
               safe except
                when the
               bitter taste
      Of Malt makes me see green
         Blurred thoughts like mace
            Sting my vision and out
             They come, to jab
              wit and no Charm
               Stab, Slash, Slit
                Slice and Cut
 
                 Spite spills
                 no Sense
                 Cut you
                  Cut up
                   Prick
                    Pin
                     I

Added: 11.01.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

Amazing to see our old friend the Concrete poem! One of the most effective examples I have read.

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