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Monday, 9 July 2012

Massacre in Houla

By LYNN ROBERTS

 

In the blue hour of the evening

Herod has come to watch his sleeping son,

flung on the mattress like a peony,

no angles, only curves; his eyelashes

arcs of fine stamens and his fingers curled.

Water pats glassily on turquoise tiles

and honeysuckle breathes the scent of night;

the dark red rose relaxes, weeping

arterial petals on the marble floor.

What can the king be thinking as he sees

the round wrists and the plump feet flex and twitch,

the fingers grasp and stretch? and as he hears

the little snuffling moans? What’s in his heart?

A nightingale cries from the orange tree

over the drifts of petals on the stone.

 

 

‘Massacre in Houla’ won second prize in The Psychiatry Research Trust Poetry Competition 2012

 

About the poet

 

Lynn 1Lynn Roberts is an artist and an art historian specializing in the history of picture frames.  She is the co-author, with Paul Mitchell, of A History of European Picture Frames and Frameworks (both 1996). Her poetry has been published in Outposts, Envoi, The Frogmore Papers, GRIST, The Shit Creek Review, The Tablet, Pulsar, Red Poets, Transparent Words and Agenda. She won the 2009 Listowel Writers’ Week Poetry Collection, and has won and been placed in numbers of other competitions; in 2011 she published Rosa Mundi, a sequence of poems, and Pandora’s Book, a collection of light verse.

website: www.lynnroberts.co.uk 

 

 

Gold / Illusion / The Poltergeist / Massacre in Houla / Fish

Results and Judge’s Report, The Psychiatry Research Trust Poetry Competition 2012,

Highly Commended:

‘Illusion’ – Elin Lewis

‘Gold’ – Tim Lenton

Third Prize:

'The Poltergeist' – Max Hawker

Second Prize:

'Massacre in Houla' – Lynn Roberts

First Prize

Fish’ – M V Williams

 

Judge’s report.

 

It was enjoyable reading so many interesting poems, but it was hard work judging the competition, there were a lot of very good poems entered, and getting it down to a shortlist of 20 was hard, let alone the last 5.

I read the short listed 20 over and over again, they were all good poems, technically proficient and with their own merits. It was difficult to choose the winners but in the end the same poems kept catching my eye, there was something in each of these poems that touched me; so here they are with an idea of what it was that drew me to the winning poems.

 

First Prize:  Fish

The extended metaphor is a dangerous card to play, it can be all too easy to trip yourself up, but this poet handles it perfectly. From the image of the ‘stargazy mouths’ this poem had me hook, line and sinker! The poet carefully builds the picture of these ‘half dead fish’ then hits us with ‘thin, white, what-were-hands, / are useless fins now’ and leads on a downward slope towards the terrible scene, where de-humanised bodies in hospital beds await death.

Old people who ‘had names, / mouths filled with love and wonder’. This poem has a good rhythm built on alliteration, internal rhymes and assonance.

The poet broaches a difficult subject in this both shocking and touching, but very memorable poem.

 

Second prize:  Massacre in Houla

From its arresting first line to its heart-renderingly simple final sentence, this poem tackles its emotive subject, the massacre in Houla, full on by avoiding it.

Instead of showing us the modern day horror, it takes us back in time to the Massacre of the Innocents where Herod the Great ordered the execution of all young male children in the village of Bethlehem. But the poet doesn’t even show us the horror of this incident, instead we get Herod the loving father watching ‘his sleeping son’, we are shown the beauty of the child and the night. We have comparisons to flowers: peony, stamen, honeysuckle, that suddenly become dark omens ‘dark red rose relaxes, weeping/ arterial petals’. We realise he is watching over his son as the boys of Bethlehem are killed. The poet asks ‘What can the king be thinking’, and we can’t know what he is thinking, or indeed what President al-Assad thinks when he looks at his children.

 

Third prize: The Poltergeist

This poem is full of clever images, ‘curtain-tracing breaths… foggy photo frames’. The poltergeist of the title comes in the night with ‘hot growls’ and banging doors, painting her face with menopausal ‘reds and pinks.’ In the morning light she sees reflected in ‘mirrors/ and wine glasses’ an unwanted ghost, whose former life has departed, she feels herself a stranger in her own home.

 

Highly commended:

Illusion
is a poem in which the highs and lows of drug dependency are explored. The poet uses some wonderfully fresh images: ‘Shivering like a star-string’,  a raindrop ‘bloated with royalty’. The illusion of the title broken with the come down of morning ‘screaming like a maniac.’

 

Gold. Great use of its title to draw you in to the first stanza & also to the ‘sun-soaked evening’ of the last stanza and the treasure you ‘already hold…

in your … hands’ I loved the description of the river that ‘bends, tightens,

then hurtles’ and the imaginary bears ‘juggling and swallowing,

blending’. A perfectly paced little treasure of a poem.

 

 

Derek Adams, July  2012

 

Gold / Illusion / The Poltergeist / Massacre in Houla / Fish