Wellington based poet Sarah Scott travelled to Dunedin to read her highly commended poem ‘The Castle’ at our International Poetry Prize Awards Event at UBS on Thursday 29 November 2018. Read the poem below.
After the babies I felt a bit
Beaten back, caught in the
Crossfire of the past’s heated track.
Deeper was the day dropped on us and for
Ever, soft as a slowly falling
Feather. Finding we were finely flailing together.
Grind went the day in the
Hard house of hail.
I married my settler my sailor my
Jail. That sinking feeling
Later, with its Monday
Mantra, its happy-rater. The motorway’s
Noisy nowhere faster was a
One-way ticket to the Never After, a
Pre-worn path with a losing lustre.
Quiet was the trip trap then, a real
Ruster. Rasping rawer in a suburban
Stupor. Stop to buy
Teabags for the trucked up trailer,
Under the spell of a tale derailing from a
Very long time ago.
Well, did you know that the slipper slipped its grip?
X-rated dreams in the traffic’s troubled blip. Our
Young yapping wildly in the no-parking
Zone, howling like wolves as we pull into Home.