Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Mood swing

by Liam Maloney

She told me of a trip to the dentist.
Toothache made her tetchy
and I feared for our relationship.

But with the offender removed
she turned from ogre to beauty –
I was again transfixed.

I bought her a bunch of roses,
to celebrate the loss of a molar
and the finding of her senses.

She left the flowers in a tall vase,
even after they wilted.

Added: 21.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


well controlled off beat tone. Nice enigmatic final stanza.


The poem itself is fine. But as far as the subject goes, I'm afraid all my sympathy lies with the girlfriend.