Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Janet Brown

by Caroline Hansen

On a polypropelene chair


In the Doctors’ surgery,


She was dancing in her dreams


As she waited to be called


Janet Brown


 


Mastering technology


She’d used the touch screen


Entered birth date 1920;


The screen said, ‘Welcome


Janet Brown’


 


Babies crying, old folks wheezing,


Coughing, sneezing, children restless


Telephones ringing, buzzers buzzing,


All around, did not disturb


Janet Brown


 


In the wings the music swelled


The curtain rose she made her entrance


Gossamer light, the audience spellbound


At the grace and easy movement


Of Janet Brown


 


“Come now dear, the Doctor’s waiting.


Time to wake up, did you nod off?


Did you hear?  They called your name,


You cannot stay here


Janet Brown”


 


Unaware she was still dancing,


With the music wrapped around her,


Until the end the final curtain;


Then the thunder of applause


For Janet Brown


 


“Come on wake up dear.  Can’t you hear me?


Have you fainted?  What’s the matter?


Answer me are you still breathing?


You cannot die here


Janet Brown”

Added: 14.01.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

26.05.2010

I liked this poem - not a wasted word.

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