This competition raises money for Nourish Food Bank. The winning poem, by public vote, has £50 sent to Nourish in the poet’s name. Voting is by “likes” and ends 12th July 2018.
People are falling through the cracks in a system not made to hold them.
The Guardian, April 2018
The day he fell through the crack he went belly first;
tumbling through dark space to land on
chicken bones, fish bones, used tea-bags,
two black pennies – enough to drop on to a church plate.
He put his hands together, called out to anybody there,
and in the silence, tried to climb out.
The sides were pillow-soft, nice,
if you wanted to sit down, watch telly, enjoy
a cup of tea and a biscuit, which he had,
but his mug was empty and before he knew it
he had fallen from a place that was not made to hold him.
1 thought on “Food bank poem: Belly First by Sara Carroll”
This is a very powerful poem which in eleven lines manages to draw the reader in to the failure of the system that would never have expected a situation where people needed to go to food banks – not in this country, not now. Very impressive words.