Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

15 Lines

by Rick Robinson

lets take a glass of red wine together
and talk about anything…except the weather,
I have this  need to understand that when you took my trembling hand
what was it for?
Lets talk and remind our selves of it all,
the gracious climb and overly dramatic slip and fall and turn and twist
why didn't I just resist those lips now painted red…that face me, stone cold…
and dead
The times when we were never still and moments spent
motionless on Windy Hill take me back, and beg me to ask
that if I could, and pray that you would tell…
that when you broke my heart my love,
why did you have
to steal my dreams
…as well

Added: 29.04.2011