Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Moon belly

by Lisa Hitchen

With a lunar glow, it dances, heaves hard and
pulls back with a ping. I become the edges
of it and live on slivers of moon rock.
There I am forced sideways for sleep with lumps
for legs and fingers pricking. Up on earth
are my breasts, Manchester’s motorway network.
Nipples city centre, inviting life,
the creature that will drive up for its lunch.

Added: 09.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

Obscure but arresting.

11.05.2010

Warm, tender and funny - I like it!

12.05.2010

a curious poem and odd mixture of words, intriguing. enjoyed its mystery

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