Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The sun rolling down Penglais hill

by Letty Wilson

Is it sleep deprivation
Or does fag ash conjure woodsmoke?
Metallic vegetation
Colouring the air. Does cut grass cloak
A whisper of sleet underground
Of bitter light and grey seas?
Of sunset cloud-blades breaking the sun’s round
Belly? Of bared branches and bloodied knees?
Is it because I’m wearing frayed gloves
And paper-soled shoes?
Is that why vanishing light loves
Dying leaves, and seems to bruise
The skin of the world, till the blood rises?

Added: 29.01.2011