Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Such Sweet Sorrow

by Harry Englefield

Long after she had given him
Her last polo
She started to feel empty inside.
She realised that in that rounded, minty treat
She had placed every beat
Her heart skipped when
He looked at her in that special way
But now that was gone
And all she had left
Was a hole. 

Added: 30.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2010

I liked this - thank you

13.05.2010

A really good and poignant image! Just needs a little tightening up in the middle.

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