Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

A Night at the pub with Ted and Dylan

by Robert Harding

My view mingles through the dreaded hue and cry as
Staggered figures lean across the oceanic rust.
Mind opens to see the two giants
And I respect the growth beneath my feet.
The corner.
They blaze like the fire they sit near.
Empty vessels lie strewn
Across a D-Day table.
Two furrowed brows
Like gods brooding over the fate of mortals.
They complicate the world.
Deepness is personified through
The trouble with women and the empty glass,
Tea with the Queen and New York’s delicious requests,
Of rivers far off the north and hillside towns to the west.
Of mothers and bording schools
And the ends of us all.

Added: 12.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


Obscure in places and one mis-spelling, but some evocative images.


Needed more careful revision, e.g. 'boarding schools' spelled wrong.