Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Take

by Nicki Heinen

 
I feel it surge and stretch
under the tongue
taste salted caramel,
suck the poison out
of the flower,
texture like ridged rice paper,
like warm ice cream.
It grows and grows
till taste spills
and swills out
of my pink mouth.

Added: 27.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

05.05.2011

It sounds poetic, imagistic with good sound. Meaning?

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