Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Father Son

by David Cozens

Tall,  back broad, voice resonant and deep. Chisel stone gaze within crenellated keep.
 
Lightening and thunder; argument claws the air. Mirror image endures; my frailty laid bare.
 
Conflict in your eyes. Hold fast a while. Remember! All that has been; your safe keep and nurture.
 
Let's put aside our differences. Accept what I am: My Son grown up and now a man.
 
What care now I if you are foolish, should fail. More than life itself my love, take my hand and prevail.
 
Live well and love. Have courage; battle when you have too. Learn from mistakes and raise your child like when I first met you.

Added: 31.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

18.05.2010

Wonderful opening lines - strong images throughout - conflict of father/son a good source of ideas. Some lines need reworking for rhythm.

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