Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Wine and Separation

by Laura Halpin

Cat-eye night
there's a pigeon in the tower
there's a pigeon singing up there
songs of grit and grimy sidewalks
voice of grit and raspy lovelorn
lonely tired tones.
Unused plastic night
One's a shadow under bridges
One's a home on city benches
One and two so tired of sleeping
Twisted up in old newspaper
Dipped in sewer pools.
Lament for the night
full of lights and soaked in laughter
soft and incense-tasting;
Red-rimmed ocular matching dreams
Grass-stained spines and fingers, grasping
for the light bulb in the bottle.
One two three
the clock strikes three
the minutes scatter on the wind.
The pigeon, lovelorn, sings.

Added: 30.04.2010