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Yvette Naden Poem
Against The Ashes of The Fire
Thine eyes wrapped in chestnut leaves, brittle bark, red berries, and skeletal branches
Thy skies once azure with an aura of clouds drifting lazily over fall-kissed
Grass. The tears you weep you do so in mist, while your white pumpkin skin
Begins to shred and toil and while you cannot speak, you are crying within.
Deft fingers begin to break thy bones of earth, pumping acid into your heart.
With their oil rigs, their armies of carbon conspirators, they seek to tear you apart.
Despite the colours you grant them, the air you provide, thy people chain you to a pyre.
So, rise, revolt, strain against those smoky bonds, against the ashes of the fire.
12th October 2019
Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
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Yvette Naden Poem
First Job
Walking on eggshells for hours on end,
I took steps on glass panels. Always in the wrong
Direction, though I was never told which way to
Tread.
Co-workers cherry-picking even though we were all
Paid the same. Not wanting to be the one on our supervisor’s
Walk of blame.
Every day wishing the clocks would rapid fire
Chiming on the hour in succession.
Home-time; it never came fast enough to
Stop the tears in my eyes.
In a perpetual state of feeling weak, unworthy,
I wanted to crawl back into bed. To shut the world out,
Slam the door and pull the covers up over my
Head.
Emile Pinet
Give Me Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest
15th October 2019
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