Pick of the month and catch of the day

Great news when I got home yesterday as 'The Seventh Car Will Be His' was voted as Pick of the Month in Ink, Sweat and Tears. Having spent a couple of hours in A and E after dropping a cup of coffee, catching the contents and thus needing a dressing for the resulting burns this news really made me smile. After all these years I perhaps have a Friday the 13th story and may be heard on future occasions saying "Oh, I don't drink coffee on Friday the Thirteenth..."

Voters’ comments included:
This poem makes me feel as though I am the girl who is shocked at the sight of a dead rabbit. It is easy to imagine myself in the girls shoes, being a child again, watching out of the window, being comforted by my brother. A vivid picture is painted of what can be seen in the street while they are waiting. I like the fact that the biggest shock comes at the end when you realise it is a pet rabbit rather than one that would be used as food. It is atmospheric and dark.

The sense of tragedy and mystery which shimmers with every word.
Extremely visual.
Evocative, sad and beautifully written
So real it hurt.
Strong imagery (rabbit, crisp packet and tatty tabby). The line – Time had halted in their house since last night – is powerful and foreboding.
I love the authenticity and childlike tone which is captured so well in the poem. It keeps resonating inside me.
There is a build up, tension leading toward something unknown, and even then only implied. Very cleverly done.
I like the subtle way it hints at something dark. Fantastic!
Emotive. Perfect. Clever.
Sublime.
…it’s the one that made me stop at the end and just contemplate the most.

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