Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Broken Biscuits

by Daniel Crate

Red colored onions, dying clowns
making their way through the crowd 
broken biscuits, packed into 
boxes, looking appealing to you?
frozen candles and long black hair
bouncy castles without any air 
un-named junctions, un-named gates
people tripping to their fate

pedestrians using motorways 
whilst blind flamingos walk into another day 
silenced choirs re-read their scripts 
whilst horsemen paint their fingertips 
air balloonists lower their boom 
competing with a party in a darkened room 
barracks, prisons will un-padlock their gates 
whilst regimental children march to their fate 

Added: 27.04.2011