Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Virginal compulsory, torrid fleece

by Gunnar Stansson

Indubitably a consort of any gender or genus shall Never trace my onerous crux, though pulsating in Congruence with the Devonian Cephalopod's Industrious chromatophores; am I to preform an Extracton from my torso to found an easier Rummage, or rather dine in the depths to ensare my Ink spewing, jet Propulsioned corresponding mate ? To inquire after my longing loins and cuddle my Clemency is there one, a kiss to envelop my temples And an incessant amalgamation to liberate my Chaste quintessence? Within this perpetual orb Teeming with subsistence how have none roved Nigh? If only all were inclined to my lack, and Fathomed my thirst, perhaps then the suitors would Stream, to lift me from the crestfallen hollow of the Aloof unto a prairie of vivacity, where the redeemer Favors the firmament* and munificence functions as Precepitation; lest I auspiciously rouse in that Interminable metropolis with her twelve entries, Even she is connubial, to a copious even, categorically She shall not be converted by any other by any Procedures, stringent tangibility keeping fatuous Objectives away, missiles and darts sold. And so, what Shall transpire unto the flummoxed boy of penury, Who absorbs affection from the untold acme just, Never to have lain down? Shall a lass descend from The cosmos alloted to my carnal diversions, one Emancipated from the burly clutchces of the Unbound abstruse expressly fashioned for my Mandate? Or else, the heart persists in airs until my Breath utterly recedes, atop my breast a quiescent White stone bequeathed; ostentatious cadaver!

Added: 30.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Like the use of 'older' language; perhaps it is a little too contrived though. Maybe changing the form into shorter stanzas would help?