Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Lovers Old Clothes

by Heather Evans

Lovers long leap

From faith to folly

Wrap tightly, like limpets

On a waning tide


To death they hang

For mind to mend

Their fettered love

Like mended clothes


They wear thin

Like life itself

You cannot forestall

The coming of night


Accept your rotting clothes

And cast them off

Go naked, free

With the turning tide

Added: 14.01.2010