Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

The Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children

by Z Winter

A faded Rainbow
Positioned and pasted in high window
Pressing desperately on the glass
Scratches on paper
Made by little fingers
Clutching pink felt tip
 
A memoir they did not want
for the fridge
That little piece of themselves
pasted to the pane
 
And looking down on ground level
Punched windows
that pull in pieces of paper
From the pavement
the inky sheets
dance in the deep dank depths
in dealings with the dust
 
And upstairs the wheelchairs
wait to be wheeled
Polystyrene ceiling slats
poised perfectly in slipped slants
Angular avalanches stuck in empty time
 
As the sun sets
the giant brick building soaks itself
in the last  rays of the day
It’s stocking up on outside’s energy
whilst shadows creep up on scrapes of
action
upon the A&E wall
 
Got its rush
the rush of blood to the heads
of every little being
Bursting through door flaps
Lulled by nurses
Cooed by kindness
 
Now the bulbless strip lights
suspended, rock the birds to sleep
as they coo with satisfaction
at their accidental ownership
of this pigeon’s playground

Added: 30.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2010

I found the lack of any punctuation let the poem down. Nice images contrasting inside and outside the building.

13.05.2010

Some super phrases in this endearing poem. I liked the last verse especially.

25.05.2010

It's a real gift to be able to capture sadness so effectively

27.05.2010

Some good images, alliteration, but perhaps too much, so that some words seem redundant of get lost altogether.

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