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


I liked this poem - not a wasted word.