Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Maze

by Joanne Cooper

Wandering around i begin to see shapes that start forming into a clear kaleidoscope
whose melted horizons take form in a strained freedom, shadows of mesh, palms up with parachute colours escaping and wipping around, enchanted, 
my sordid consciousness anchored to its mesmerising mystery, the only way out is further in. In, looking with an oblique projection is a matrix of sound qualities that brings the subconciousness to surface,
the maze, i contemplate, a living organism reflecting my dispositions.
Is it then in me?
Am I it?

Added: 28.04.2011

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