Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010


by Violet Hues

Say no to flight upon the skies of bleak 
without a sun never swoon before the night
without a moon burn the tears of fear and hate
into mist evaporate all the worries
of your clouds have never won 

Throw off the long shadows of the man
who only knows grey for his eyes and black
for his clothes don't ever dare to follow in the
footsteps of his sorrow you could die in his
thoughts in a river so shallow 

Never wander on those shores of doubt the mind
so much adores don't linger in the darkness
of the night as where you dip the toes in blackest
pools their volume grows and quickly drowns the
dreamings of the light.

Added: 10.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


I just couldn't get past 'the skies of bleak', which is simply grammatically wrong.