Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Four

by Patrick Holloway

Four.
 
We are 3 brothers and
One
Sister. We are
Strangers; too busy
Trying to get on to
Actually get
On. We are a
Shadow of a
Family portrait that
Hangs
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
Forget.

Added: 26.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

05.05.2011

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

14.05.2011

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

Email:

Share:

Back