Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010


by tuhina mehra

Simon says up and Simon says down,
the players stand up and then they go round,
the puppeteer laughs wildly,
for come close.. n ill let you onto a secret,
( we gave him strings)
for is it not us..... who jump every time the command rings.
mindless like rats we scurry,
poised to make the next jump,
one breaks away from the pack,
all eyes askance glare,
full of angry accusation.
a heedless joy,
path of possibility,
all based on the toss of a coin... which led to the decision.

Added: 30.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


Interesting presentation of determinism, distracting phrasing (e.g. let you onto a secret instead of into)