Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Stewart Heath

Trickling forth over sculpturesque faces
  Bursting from beautiful marbly places,
Winding its way down rich pure terrain
.. but not to be bottled or sold for much gain.
Droplets relinquished from nebulous features
   To moisten the Earth, home of dead creatures,
And numerous are the streams, their sources
  Desperate it leaves the land which it courses.
We've seen this all a thousand times –
  Wind blown trees with wet-leaved rhymes,
Eyes in heads, salty and writhing:
   the said Rain is tears caused by pain we're alive in.

Added: 09.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Plenty of emotion with interesting imagery.