Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

On a lonely street where time is worn

by Henry Lee

On a lonely street where time is worn
Echoes hail the breaking day
Shadows chase the girl at play
A mysterious place, lost and forlorn
where Amongst the ghosts of classical ruins
The shadows gamble with ivory coin
All of emptiness theirs to purloin
Under the sepia glare of an insidious sun
And time, a haggard filthy beggar
Bent double stumbling in the dust
As the ruins crumble to rubble and rust
Shuffles slowly up that lonely street
Past the fading shadows who gain their loss
Past the girl no more at play
eager to lose the weight of day
for that distant horizon stretching far across
a torpid river flowing down
defiantly sluggish, deceptively quick
black as a midnight oil slick
to the dark heart of the silent, shaded town

Added: 29.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


Builds a scene and mood well - also uses rhyme well in places but the scheme is not consistent.


A very nice tale, and I particularly enjoyed some of the phraseology. I see some of the sentence endings didn't quite match, however, A plus