Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Curtain

by Gavin Welch

Before and after, it’s always been
Even after all this time
A curtain, an unhealed wound
A gap I’ve straddled for so long
The pain - I put into a box
A safety deposit you might say
I thought it might sleep
But it’s always knocking, wanting out
And so years later in a bookshop
I stand and cry like I never cried back then
When someone slips through your fingers
You don’t want to be caught out again
So do you keep people at safe distance
To save yourself from hurt?
Or do you hug them too close
Afraid that they might go?
The answer’s in between
But the lesson takes a long time to learn.

Added: 26.04.2011