THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.
Has anyone seen this garden of twilight,
Soft beams of light illuminating the green,
Like He’s strolling peacefully in this abode,
A fitting end to the bright scream,
When the mighty owl was blinded and mistaken,
And lost as it accidently hopped out of its home,
Elements of heaven and a chaotic world,
Slamming cars and sirens of catastrophe,
The eyes have sunk too low for a heavenly walk,
The flowers do not speak of colours,
The leaves have hidden the green and abated,
With plasters of dust and trees have sunk,
There is a world far away in Mars,
And the human race has a feather to its cap,
Man in his quest for beauty,
Bag packing to those hills and valleys of green,
Can only flatten the beauty to a city of smoke,
For it’s here right now in this silent corner,
A soft meadow of twilight and sleeping green,
A small breath in endless years of existence,
When the journey so far comes to an end,
As we sail away from the constant churn,
Of life and the land of trauma.