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.
She can last a week without eating.
Her wee girl needs new shoes, you see,
but the hours were cut to zero
and the benefit’s not come through.
Those empty shelves break her heart.
The food bank gives you a great cup of tea,
she’d tell you, if it didn’t make her blush with shame,
and that chocolate biscuit is smashing,
just for that moment as it sits on her tongue.
She smiles for once. They listen to her story.
The bag pulls on her arm and she’s glad it does.
The weight of food, the measure of compassion,
three meals a day for three days,
until, please no, there’ll be a next time.