Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Silence

by Octavia Wylie
Edinburgh, UK

So as to keep you happy, 
I hide my moving lips.
Let not these words I speak,
Enrapture those you hate.
Never hear these words I mould;
Clay deities to dreams you fear.
Ever-powerful noise.

Silence that you'll never hear.

Added: 29.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

05.05.2010

Few words but with a real power.

07.05.2010

Good use of language, like the stanza break at the end, but "ever-powerful noise" is too much of a rhythm break.

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