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    [post_content] => Until that grand unravelling, along those
puckering, pocketed contours, it is all
layers of blood and spleen crusted up on one another
in crystalline collusions of chaste
diffidence, like
the sore kinks around the hips and shoulders of a skeleton
which has been forced to grow
coiled up inside a cupboard.
But when you dredge apart those skin-thin wings,
We’ll see them blustering, spattered with new things.
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Judge Jen Hadfield said: "As a meditation on what becomes of us – physically, emotionally – when we're compressed, this poem rings very true. You handle its music very well: the ornamentation of clustered assonances in the trisyllables words in the first half yield to a smoother music – your reader feels it as a physical easing – as the poem emerges, and the nymph unfolds from the cupboard/chrysalis. This unfolding of sense and sound might be embodied in the poem's form, too – which feels to me like it may still be evolving."
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Butterflies

Alannah Taylor

Until that grand unravelling, along those
puckering, pocketed contours, it is all
layers of blood and spleen crusted up on one another
in crystalline collusions of chaste
diffidence, like
the sore kinks around the hips and shoulders of a skeleton
which has been forced to grow
coiled up inside a cupboard.
But when you dredge apart those skin-thin wings,
We’ll see them blustering, spattered with new things.