This poem won People's Choice in the 2014 2-Day Poem Contest
Three lads on their backs, feet on the roof,
‘walk’ a three-mile ell through a tunnel
hardly wider than the barge they lie on.
Lives of cartage and cramp.
Further along, three lasses stumble to a mill,
arms linked. Annie-in-the-middle closes her eyes,
too sleepy to fear flying shuttles and the waiting
wolf of fairy stories. They don’t notice the putative,
paltry path meant for tow-horses, is worn, slippery.
After three hours pedalling, three lads gasp,
work their legs faster. Tom’s turned, seen
a pinprick of light.
Girls switch positions. A booster too small.
Dreams of Sleeping Beauty fill lolling heads.
The trio veers towards the cut.
As they slide out of the tunnel, the youths
will scramble off the long boat.
Blink at a rising sun, rub their knees, and probably whistle;
tremulous timbres meant for Dobbin, now clopping over the hill.
No-one will hear the splash, or see thick skirts balloon when
three little girls tumble into grey water. Not see pale hands
grappling, nor a fleeting tag
of spluttering bubbles.
Some versions of the tale will blame fog, others carelessness.
None, dawn mill shifts for five-year-olds,
walking to work without breakfast.
A hundred years later the world will watch the miraculous rescue of
‘The 33’, trapped a mile sub-surface, in Chile. See a film starring
Antonio Banderas, legging it through a maze of passages.
Published online July 01 2014.
This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.