Third Prize Poem

2017 third prize will be printed here in October 2017

2016 Open Poetry Competiton

ON PLATFORM 9 - by Robin Muers

He stands by me (but not too close)
and tells a tale that could be true.
I chase my thoughts around the options.

Option A is
give the cash (not much, and I've
more credit cards than he's got limbs).
Relieve the misery of January night!
Or prove I'm gullible as he has judged
- and I suspect. And still be left unsure
about myself: philanthropist or fool?

Option B is
not give. And discourage charlatans.
Show worldly wisdom, doing long-term good!
Or pass him by on the other side
-for pride maybe plus save the cost
of modest lunch. And still be left unsure
about myself: far-seeing or Pharisee?

Option C is
ask mre questions, be engaged,
discover truth. Or get sucked-in.
(Is that his aim?) Or raise a hope
that may be dashed... A muffled voice
addresses customers on Platform 9
awaiting the 18.33 to Edinburgh Waverley.

I scan departure boards, then find
the stirrer-up of doubt has given up
on me. 'Disabled ex-serviceman'
has wandered off to stand quite close
(but not too close) to someone else.
And I'm delighted.

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