First prize in our Members’ Competition this year went to Canterbury poet Amal Garnham for her Villanelle, ‘Wake’.
Wake
Your love lived buried under what you drank
I learnt that change always lay out your reach
My desire to get close to you soon shrank
We spoke and my mind always drew a blank
The bottle seemed deadly like a leech
Your love lived buried under what you drank
The liquor meant your breath normally stank
After being with you I’d run home, screech
My desire to get close to you soon shrank
Beneath the heartbreak I hopelessly sank
You struggled playing schools, letting me teach
Your love lived buried under what you drank
Bad memories consume an entire tank
The tension made me feel I was besieged
My desire to get close to you soon shrank
All burdens aside I need to quietly thank
You dad for caring, erase hurtful speech
I know you loved me even when you drank
You died, and my laments dissolved and shrank
This is so moving Amal…..such wisdom…forgiveness….beautiful