Next up in our series of winning poems is Mary Gurr’s The (Glorious) Wordlessness of Painting.
The (Glorious) Wordlessness of Painting
Tracts of bogland, mountains, the sea –
it’s all about space to begin with,
the absence of people
their noises interfering
with the sky, its mottling of cloud,
the pace of water drying on paper,
its race against changing weather.
No sound or movement but a few crows
cavorting overhead or picking through
freshly turned machine-cut turf
abandoned temporarily to dry out,
a rush of breeze rising to a hum –
to have no words besides
crow, wind, colour, water
tapping on your forehead
while from another dimension
an image births itself onto the page.
Mary Gurr has published poems in several poetry magazines and an anthology of prose poems, and has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Kent.

