1st, ShortCategory 2008 - Christopher North
Geese in Market Crowd
Not a honk, gabble or mutter
as the six thread through chaos.
The mountains seem to be liquefying
this damp and blustery morning,
the sky is hesitant and lacks confidence -
so the geese are a certainty in what is shapeless.
They waddle, chittering in concentration -
their foolish feet, their pert rears
an order in the hopeless tumble
of junk mathematics around them.
'Geese in Market Crowd' shows just how much you can get into a poem and (more importantly) how much you can leave out. It’s an amazingly skilful piece: not a wasted word, and they’re all the right words. The setting is vast, confusing: the geese, a symbol of order. The whole is so economically done that all the ingredients work together, and every word has earned its passage.