Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

City Dawn

by Andrew Smith

It’s a quiet sort of day
As I meander on my way
Disturbed only at the sight
Of cats emerging from the night
Window Cleaners rattling buckets
Postmen hustling by
The City is not yet awake
But the streets are washed and dry
A pungent scent is in the air
The Vagrant’s in his doorway
But somewhere, something stirs
It’s the market now a bustle
The Bride has risen early
It’s time for her to wed
It’s time to start another hectic day
And breathe in all the fumes
To listen to the Disco’s
With their irritating tunes
Catarrh is thriving well and here to stay
And City dwellers are well attuned
To the noisy sound of street drills
With their intoxicating fumes

Added: 14.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


good imagery.