Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Last degrees

by Shona Albouy

Like a king, carved and placed
atop his tomb, you lay,
though you were not yet stone.

They told me you were gone,
but still I felt your warmth,
and the loss of what was not yet lost to cold.

They'd told us you would go,
your own cells turned against you
and despite you,
took you from us.

You were courage with a giant C
now I must take the letter on
to be both mum and dad to two.

I am Columbus unanchored on the seas;
the horizon is an unknown edge
to tip me over.

I keep this moment.
Your hand in mine cools, held still as time relative
to the years ahead without you.

Though I will sail and grab life full
for we have learnt that good things go too soon,
my hand still holds

your last degrees.

Added: 11.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


I felt your pain and was touched by your poem, sorry for your loss!