Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Empty window

by Stephan Sundqvist

I stop by an empty window leading nowhere
searching answers for driftwood of exaltations
left behind years ago in disorder
never restored from its dusty den.
Like empty eye sockets flirting with hope
to find light from an outside source
my winding brain strolls on known fields
now overgrown by thickets of oblivion.
Still underneath currents of sweet water run,
yet cold as rivulets of aching dreams.
Empty clouds bewilder my fossilized skull
telling me stories that never came true.
Plethoric lips meet me in lingering shadows
with a dark aftertaste of verbena and almond
caressing my inner remnants and drooping wings
flapping in an windless herbarium.
I stop by an empty window leading nowhere
searching answers for driftwood of exaltations
left behind years ago in disorder
never restored from its dusty den.

Like empty eye sockets flirting with hope
to find light from an outside source
my winding brain strolls on known fields
now overgrown by thickets of oblivion.

Still underneath currents of sweet water run,
yet cold as rivulets of aching dreams.
Empty clouds bewilder my fossilized skull
telling me stories that never came true.

Plethoric lips meet me in lingering shadows
with a dark aftertaste of verbena and almond
caressing my inner remnants and drooping wings
flapping in an windless herbarium.
 

Added: 18.04.2011

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