Statue of a Dog at Lyttelton

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.


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