MAG Poetry Competition 2010 – Shortlisted Poem
I sent Henri to extract the clean blank space,
to take back what we had created
and what was rightfully mine.
Being an apprentice, he left a rough-hewn
gap, an obscure piece,
arcane, neglected even,
in place of the place.
He brought it to me in my cell.
A painting-sized hole.
The critics called it pure escapism.