HONOURABLE MENTION FROM WRITE ON ISSUE 53
BY EVE HUGHES, YEAR 6, THORRINGTON SCHOOL
Many people,
especially young children,
have stared at me and posed with me.
During the summer,
I swelter under the boiling sun,
and urge to lick off the drops of melted ice-cream
on my back.
But I can’t.
During the winter I shiver
and wish someone would give me a blanket
and whisper comforting words in my bronze ears.
But they don’t.
Sometimes I wish I could run in the snow again,
gnaw on bones again.
But I can’t.
I wish Master could praise me again.
But he can’t.
He’s not here.
Neither am I.
This poem is a part of the Honourable Mention series, for those pieces of writing submitted to Write On Issue 53 (Summer 2019/2020) that we couldn't quite fit into the magazine.
© Write On: School for Young Writers and the poet, 2020