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    [post_content] => it’s a dance.
two girls trying not to stand on each other’s toes.
two girls trying not to stand on the truth,
circling each other in the dark.
one wrong step: the air-raid sirens howl.

there are secrets and there are secrets.
the trick is knowing which ones to keep.
the days run past like a well-oiled machine,
and we don’t write often to the people back home.
work is untangling the wires of a truth
only to weave them back into a different lie.

and outside work:
crossword clues become love letters in disguise.
i encode my gaze before i watch you dancing
with a man who has incendiary bombs in his eyes.
but over your shoulder you wink at me—click—
click—click—and my thoughts are scrambled.

every day our mouths are enigma machines
spinning each sentence untranslatable
until in the darkness we uncoil:
your words unlock me.
our mouths turn ciphertext to plaintext
as they fit together like gears.

tonight you will tap morse code
onto the question mark of my spine.

but for now we spin in unison,
rotors set in motion to unroll a secret
or to keep one. we shift like ciphers,
circles in the dark. the windows
are blacked out. nobody can see us dance.
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is the first-prize winner in the Bletchley Park poetry challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN).

So Mayer, who wrote and judged the challenge, said, “This is an outstanding love song, sung in ringing language of Morse without remorse. Light-stepping amid dancing secrets, the poem brings vividly alive wartime, going to the heart of the particularities and peculiarities of life at Bletchley. Coding and computing weave through the poem with the sense of a new language – of love as of invention – being thrillingly discovered, and brought home to the reader’s feelings.”
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            [content] => Ella is a top 15 winner of the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2017 and 2015, and a commended Foyle Young Poet in 2016. Ella is the first-prize winner of the Bletchley Park challenge on Young Poets Network, as well as the W. S. Graham challenge as part of Graham’s centenary celebrations. Ella is the second-prize winner in Ankita Saxena’s protest poetry challenge, remembering 100 years of the women’s vote in the UK, and in the Riddle Me This challenge. Ella is also a runner-up in the Namedropping challenge; commended in the Ways to be Wilder poetry challenge with People Need Nature and Jen Hadfield; commended in the I Am the Universe challenge; commended in the Wish List challenge; and a winner in the Winter Poems challenge and in the 2016 August Challenge #2. 
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-.. .- -. -.-. .

Ella Standage

it’s a dance.
two girls trying not to stand on each other’s toes.
two girls trying not to stand on the truth,
circling each other in the dark.
one wrong step: the air-raid sirens howl.

there are secrets and there are secrets.
the trick is knowing which ones to keep.
the days run past like a well-oiled machine,
and we don’t write often to the people back home.
work is untangling the wires of a truth
only to weave them back into a different lie.

and outside work:
crossword clues become love letters in disguise.
i encode my gaze before i watch you dancing
with a man who has incendiary bombs in his eyes.
but over your shoulder you wink at me—click—
click—click—and my thoughts are scrambled.

every day our mouths are enigma machines
spinning each sentence untranslatable
until in the darkness we uncoil:
your words unlock me.
our mouths turn ciphertext to plaintext
as they fit together like gears.

tonight you will tap morse code
onto the question mark of my spine.

but for now we spin in unison,
rotors set in motion to unroll a secret
or to keep one. we shift like ciphers,
circles in the dark. the windows
are blacked out. nobody can see us dance.