Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Morning Dance

by Judith Iliff

Cocooned in a womb of cotton and down,
sublime slumber of five fifty-nine
Aborted.
Piercing decibels, like frenzied fireworks , scream
and shrill through the stillness, alarming the dream
which absconds in a rush like a ribbon of ants
out of ear,
across pillow,
away.
A wave of adrenaline charges through veins:
pulse racing, crashing, pounding.
Flick of switch, painful light -
Heavy lids recoil from sight
Bladder screams with urgent haste -
fumbling foot on frosty floor.
Splash of cold on startled face.
Daily motion set in place.
Six twenty - out the door.

Added: 26.02.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

Soothing

06.05.2011

Strong organisation of lines and some startlingly original and honest images.

17.05.2011

I was excited about the first half of the poem, but I feel some creativity dissipating as the poem continues. Great assonance in 1st line.

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