Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Patrick Holloway

We are 3 brothers and
Sister. We are
Strangers; too busy
Trying to get on to
Actually get
On. We are a
Shadow of a
Family portrait that
In a house; once
A home.
‘Jas, how are you?’                                         ‘Jas, who are you?’
‘I’m good, I’m good.’                                     ‘This is awkward, I have nothing to say.’
One makes up stories
To make 3 laugh.
One is happy with
His life and makes
Sure 3 know it.
One cannot talk about
Anything but one and
One’s work.
One sits in a café writing
About 3 while 3 visit
The Tate Modern.
‘Hey where are you?’                                      ‘I don’t think I’m going to come.’
‘At St. Paul’s Cathedral, meet us there?’         ‘If you come you come.’
One sits drinking red wine,
Feeling shit about the way
Things have gone
And will go.
One thinks of his
Friends; his family,
While 3 look upon a
Memory they will

Added: 26.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


I like the realism of this, the feeling that we're all moving in circles and routines and not really seeing each other (maybe)


Not sure about last Stanza One thinks of his Friends; his family, Is this his friends are his family? if so needs to be little clearer