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PSYCHIATRY RESEARCH TRUST POETRY COMPETITION 2009 WINNING POEMS

 

The trouble with being a W

 

"Candidates whose surnames commence with letters from the second half of the alphabet are at a distinct disadvantage." - Report on a More Egalitarian System for the Interview Procedure

 

I suppose initially I have a problem with identity:

I even wonder at myself. Am I a What? A Which? Or a merely Who?

Perhaps I'm schizoid; I fear I'm really split apart in two.

In mirrors I glimpse a wraith ghosting me indefinitely.

 

I have troubles too with place, and occasionally time.

You've guessed? Where, Whither and then When. It's true

I'm not quite the centre of anywhere, and, despite wisdom,

Always the final in the row. No wonder I haven't got a clue.

 

Is it, you think, I'm wanting in initiative? Yes, I am a sheep,

Even, at heart, a ewe. Where others lead, I always follow,

And though I start work strongly at the beginning of the week

I am so weakened by the weekend I'm through.

 

I'm in a double-act, but never know who pulls the string

In me, or who's ventriloquist. I'm somebody's fallguy too,

The butt of everyone's whim. And when I get it wrong

I fall so silent that I'm overlooked. I'm in nobody's queue.

 

I am also missing out in sex. I've a headstart with wooing wenches,

But fear I am wishy-washy, transparent as a window, seen clear through

From beginning to end. And  (just between we two) I never arrive in climaxes.

Suppose I'm the wo(e) in woman. Or am I losing a screw, or maybe two?

 

Though I appear boldly in World Wars, I'm never mentioned

In dispatches. I miss the boat, and nearly miss the show.

And because of names like Janowitz, Johannsen, not to mention Jung

Am practically always last one in at the interview.

 

This doppelganger in my name is weird for me. I wish I were a singleton.

But then suppose I'd worry that the other one, the simpler man,

Were my better half. Oh how I wish I wasn't what I am.

Don't scoff; be glad it's me, not you, that's neither U nor yet non-U

But just a puddled, fuddled, muddled, troubled W.

 

 

By Roger Elkin

Second Prize Winner, Psychiatry Research Trust (Excel for Charity) Poetry Competition 2009

 

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