Yeovil Literary Prize
2008

Final Judging - Poetry Category
Title: Gobbled
Reference: 11/EC02924/C001345/Z020
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Gobbled

I scooped you from the summer tree,
blond hair tumbling, red boots kicking;
I will eat you up, I said.
Your cheeks were my apples,
your stomach my cottage loaf.
There were shrieks of laughter as 
the Mummy ogre gobbled.
Now you sit in your cage of bones
poking out a skinny finger.

No one is laughing
No one is laughing at you.

I do not want to eat you
I do not want to eat
I want to wake you but
My kiss does nothing.
I am lost in the dark forest where
 witches are gibbering in your ears
and the sun feels cold on your skin.