Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
Janet Brown
by
Shoreham-by-Sea, UK
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
26.05.2010
I liked this poem - not a wasted word.