Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Forms

by Chris Fordham

From nowhere you appear.
A ghost, making itself known.
Potential panacea,
or harbinger.

Accepted wholly in
you consume and start to grow.
The parasitic milk
spilt and stretching, envelops.

You're a key, you're a trap,
ever changing loyalty.
Yet without, I'm nothing—
an unlucky relation.

Added: 28.04.2010

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