3rd prize in this year’s Members’ Competition was won by Clive Eastwood, once of Kent and now of Suffolk, for his poem Doppelgänger.
The ghost wears blue trousers.
Pale blue. And a red pullover;
not scarlet or burgundy
but a considered mid-red.
Her hair is white and she leans
a little to the right
as she scans the shelves
in our small supermarket.
As if there were a pebble in her shoe.
Or as she sailor-walks to the checkout,
handbag slung diagonally
from her sloping shoulder.
Yet she’s only a ghost from behind,
head-on she’s someone else.
And only when
she takes you by surprise
as you’re hurrying to find
something almost forgotten.
I once rushed outside to meet her
as planned in the market
but of course she wasn’t there.
Nor is she ever in the garden
as we drive towards the house.
Or clattering pots in the kitchen.
Or sitting by the light and at last
handing over the crossword
with only two solutions left to be found.