Dearest Dolores on porcelain pins
Wobbling and nervous, her doll-like limbs
Twitch with a hatred that personifies
In the deep, dark sea of her flitting eyes.
Her smell of rose perfume, and dusty old books,
Her aura of antique elegance, looks
Pale lilac in the twilight air, as
Light scatters across her moonless hair.
‘Dearest Dolores’ was a winning poem in the 2019 Newcastle Young People’s Poetry Competition.