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Promised Land – Pamela Job
The George Crabbe Memorial Poetry Competition 2016
2016 Crabbe Memorial Competition – First Prize
Adjudicator: Moniza Alvi
| cover your eyes | I will blow out the candles |
| that shed no light on us | how can I say this |
| I know love must lie here | between one evening and another |
| though my mind is unhinged | our children weep ender bombs |
| dancing among fireflies | across the river |
| I have seen bodies | lying among the over-ripe fruit |
| by the fluttering palm fronds | in the apricot orchard |
| yes we have forgotten who we are | dresses in rags |
| who sold us off so cheap | our fathers |
| their fathers perhaps | who will never know |
| but the children miss | our garden at night |
| pomegranates waiting to be picked | again |
| now close your eyes | while an oud plays in darkness |
| I have done nothing wrong | I am only running |
| we are only running | towards the light |
towards the light
Copyright © 2016 Pamela Job
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