November Poetry Competition Winner

Kate Davy –

Missing Pieces

I see in the corner of a white-washed room

My dying grandmother, those worn out

Elderly patients, hunched in their seats, waiting tolerantly

For God’s gentle hand;

And I find her

                            Drifting in and out

A pale ghost


Black corridors,


Of where she is;

Her mind, a feverish maze tricking her

At each turn,

A champion playing an unfair game of chess,

A gambler leaving her bereft;

Dementia is the world’s worst enemy –

A soulless fiend, unconquered;

And yet we continue to fight against it with our useless armoury, search

Until the missing pieces are found.