This is still more a draft than a finished poem but it's likely I only get to submit one more for this competition and it should be one that matters.
Spoiler! :
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They asked me to erase your name from every system, all the sacred sarcophagi where you still existed. Like it was nothing, just another day at the office but you were gone.
You were gone before, for Halloween, when I laid the skeleton across your desk, another toy soldier in our age-old conflict. When you came back, your retaliation was laughter but the world has a bad sense of humour.
We made a truce before Christmas, it lingered, was extended; immortalised when extenuating circumstances took you out of the game. The battlefield was empty but for a card from me to you.
You said it was very British of me, you meant it as a compliment but it was also a very British headline: ...man stabbed to death in west London; no mention of your culture, not the wife who walked with you, or the daughter waiting at home for her daddy on December 22, 2017.
At the end, they played your music and your daughter skipped to the church, a comet etching through a darkening universe. Your wife says we should smile the smiles you dropped like feathers from your wings. Maybe when I've stopped being angry, I will.
Yesterday, I threw away our mattress after weeks of watching your scent rise from the sheets like a pool's breath on a cool morning. With bent springs and corners worn as the clothes we slept in on Saturday afternoons, that bed saw two years of restless nights spent tossing and turning in the puddles of our hair. Back then, we were messes, leaving behind snowflakes of our souls and sprinkles of our bones everywhere we went. Now, we're nothing
(without the mattress that knew the shape of our bodies better than anyone else).
@Mea I'm having trouble seeing the image you uploaded. Please can you try to upload it again or to another site? Don't worry if you can't do it straight away, your poem was entered on time so it will still be judged as such.
And Round Two is over! Apologies for the delayed results everyone and in fact submissions for the second half of the loser's heats is now open so let's find out who needs to submit a poem...
We're sad to say that at this point we have to lose our other contestants but thank you very much for taking part and I hope you've had fun participating! Feel free to follow the rest of the tournament and cheer on your favourite poet!
ROUND THREE
You have until 10:00pm 17th April to submit your next poem! @LadyLizz @soundofmind@Nobunaga
Group 1 Meshugenah vs TheSilverFox vs Lumi vs Aley
*happy screaming*
Thanks so much, everyone! <3
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
As the notifications drift in I stop and wonder. Why do they take so long? Do they have adventures we don't know about? I bet they do. When they come I will ask myself. What amazing adventure has this straggling notification been on? How far did it travel, and why didn't it take me? — TypoWithoutCoffee
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