I received a lovely email this morning from Olive O’Brien from Creative Writing Ink to say that my poem had been shortlisted for their monthly competition. This is the first poetry competition I’ve entered so I was thrilled to receive the news. I wrote the poem after spending the afternoon with my father who was terminally ill with cancer. Here’s the poem:
Unready
A frozen-heart wind
heads towards me.
Yellow Rattle locks
on tight, taking delight
in its stranglehold grip,
choking its bed fellows.
Stone-cold catches
in my throat, spits
into my eyes. Soft
tears form and freeze
into the folds of my scarf.
I thought I was ready
for this walk into winter.
Icy fingers weave
through the layers,
leaving their touch behind.
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