Falling, by Annie Whyman

Annie Whyman from Jack Hunt School won first place for her poem, 'Falling' in the Poetry section of the University Centre Peterborough Literary Competition.


Falling:


Soft grass under her feet,

Sweet air, she takes

A bite from a fruit,

She’ll fall from the garden.


Where her love clung to her waist, 

Like a baby, a buried bride,

A necklace of rope,

Hung in a cave of stone.


So she’ll lie under the willow.

Garlands of flowers,

And old hymn on her lips,

Kissed by the water. 


Galloping hooves

Churned up dust,

A leap of faith,

Before the king.


The smell of old paper,

An empty summer room.

Weighted stones

A walk by the river.

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