Friday 9 January 2009

m o t h e r t h e r e s a i n t h e w i n n e r ’ s e n c l o s u r e


thought i'd post this little fella that, believe it or not, won me £200 in the university creative writing anthology. no one was more surprised than me. they even asked me to read it out at the launch evening, despite it being about mother theresa being something of a cunt. for those of a technical bent, it's in the form of a terza rima sonnet.

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mother theresa in the winner’s enclosure


behind velvet ropes, a wrinkled rosebud sits,
beatified, in white spent glow of prayer,
despite a lack of faith her god acquits,

the death of right and wrong, of fair, unfair.
so many bodies through her fingers fell,
so many times a lost duty of care.

a room reserved, a suite, in god’s motel,
a room reserved, right at the very top,
furnished antithesis of lowly hell.

palliation substituted with gumdrop,
pain,” she told “is jesus kissing you,”
a patient begged that christ be made to stop,

ignored by her, the saccharine guru,

that sanctity and cash she might accrue.



5 comments:

  1. sanctimonious old cunt (hitchens, i mean...)

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  2. Oh, and i quite enjoyed reading that. Working out the a-b-a b-c-b, etc business. Quite took me back to high school english classes. Clever chap that Dante.

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  3. sanctimonious yes. right most of the time, also yes.

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  4. i tried to read a book of his essays a few years ago... and concluded that he was an idiot. the kind of idiot that say exactly what is on his mind and presumes he's doing good by being true to himself. bit of a cunt... but probably not as deep.

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  5. he's the like the evil richard dawkins.

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