Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Accident

by Sian James

He lay like road kill between two lanes
Already dressed in black.

Helmet tossed aside like junk
Dented, through the shield winked a crack,
Glinting in the sun.

Passers by huddled together like weeds
Trying to decide,
Is he dead or not?

I was oblivious.

I rested my head and smiled at fresh blossom,
And polluted daffodils,
As Dylan sang through the rolled down window

And a cattle truck passed by.
Nostrils flaring,
Sniffing out the last scents of life.

Added: 27.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Very simple poem, but contains some good imagery


I like its simplicity, it's straightforward and uncluttered - it does what it says on the tin and we get the picture


Last line image really stings & underlines the meaning,loved it.Felt 'winked a crack' let it down,tone too archaic,doesn't fit with rest.


Liked the sparsity of this. Thought-provoking and haunting. How/why is the blossom fresh if the daffs are polluted though?


Cyrptic, mysterious, pared to the bone, with sharp images: this poem presents a dramtic experience sparingly, without explanation.