Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010


by Andrena Yeats

We raise our eyes from the pavement
as unforgiving and hard as war,
to watch a slow dream sequence
stuck in a time loop.
The cortege passes;
someone's beautiful boy, husband, father,
held now by wood
clothed in our Union Flag.
As the purr of engines pass,
a stranger throws Marigolds,
they fall bright as hope.
Dear God! The Sun still shines and birds sing,
how can the day be normal.
A child cries, there's a sob,
reluctantly we go on with our lives,
it is the way of us poor players of war.
Unconditional love waits in the wings,
hopeful of an entrance for the last curtain call.

Added: 15.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


Moving description of those scenes we see over and over on the TV. Loved the purring engines and the tossed marigold.