Saturday, 10 August 2013

Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Riyukta Raghunath

Secretly Scarred

I have survived every blow
The blue and the black that's come my way.
I have wiped your repentant tears
With a battered hand more than once
And kissed you forgiveness
Whilst leaving dry blood on your cheek.
I have concealed them wounds
With gags and yarns to save your skin
And only heighten my suffering.
For some reason I can't remember today
I kept you safe in a bright corner of my mind
And labelled you the scar of my past
I still cringe when I hear a clangor
And anticipate with horror, a brawl, even a bickering
But your nasty secret is still safe with me.

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