MAG Poetry Competition 2011 – Shortlisted Poem
junks carrying lanterns moves silently across the sky, and the water sprinkled
from their paddles falls to the earth in the form of dew.” Allen Upward
Stars are not lamp-lit junks. Nor is the dew
the million splashes from their careless oars.
No Captain beards the dark or, if he does,
he’ll not be troubled by a watcher who
sees only night’s wild ocean – as I do.
I know there are no good and sacred laws
or life beyond death. I know these things because
my father told me everything he knew
and taught me to believe in nature’s truths
and by his laws proved everything he said;
that one bright star is no more than it seems.
I kiss your brow goodnight, and soon must choose,
my sleeping cub, how I’m to fill your head;
what weight of doubts, what cupboard-full of dreams.