Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Sometime you might know me

by Helen Cherry

Sometimes I like to be present with a painting
or run my hand furtively across a sculpture,
imagining what feelings the artist
intended to evoke; feeling my own.
Sometimes I like to walk beside water
to the rhythm of someone else’s poetic words,
pushing emotion into my brain,
funny, sorrowful, heart wrenching.
Sometimes I like to laugh with friends
a lot, an antidote to stress.
Throwing my head back, chuckling loudly,
my ribs aching;  silliness saving me.
Sometimes I like silence rather than
the noise of the modern world
which promises dangerous pleasures
to those too greedy to resist them.
Sometimes I like to dance to music
that’s loud and pulsating,
or slow and sensual, feeling the power
of the rhythm deep inside me.
Who do you think I am?
All you can know
is that you know
not yet enough to know
the answer to that question.

Added: 30.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


The ending needs to be cut, was a good enough poem up on to that.