Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

LOST AND FOUND

by FRANCES BAILLIE

LOST AND FOUND
 
Down the echoing, sunlit corridor
I’m on the hunt for the family face
And there you are.  The known unknown.
Mount Rushmore features unmistakeable.
 
Yesterday’s Don Juan, smaller than remembered.
Failing and fragile.
My own eyes look back at me, our tweeds the same.
 
Brittle politeness.  And on your extended hand
A map of Africa in purple capillaries.
Mombasa on your wedding finger.
 
 
Abyss of silence between us.
 
 
The opened notebook shows its probing questions.
Who? What? When? Where? How?
But mostly … Why?
 
‘She was too soft’, you say, ’took everything lying down’,
That play on words,  a Strongbow-arrows moment.
Yet somewhere … A secret smile.
 
I left my umbrella behind that day.
Jettisoned with so much more.
Stepped free and lifted my face to cleansing rain

Added: 28.03.2011

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