Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

SYLVIA

by FRANCES BAILLIE

Painstakingly
out of her box
the Boston beauty
selected
her words,
her colours.

Poisonous red of jarred bell-tulips
Bitter orange, long-dead.
Faded yellow, jaundice-tinted
Sickly green, of envy bred.
Forget-me-not, so cold and loveless
Unfathomable indigo of deepest hue.
Violet crushed by violation
All imbued with cruellest blue.

She brushed.
Unrushed.

Til Infidelity's spectre
bleakest blackbird black
cast its raven shadow,
further skewing
her perspective.

Her landscape
altered.
Became a wasteland.
Burying that rainbow.

Added: 28.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

I like this

07.05.2011

I enjoyed this tightly structured poem. Dark mood well conveyed. Terrific use of colours. I loved 'raven shadow'

17.05.2011

A clever study of bitterness

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