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    [post_content] => I opened the cupboard
At the back of my mind:
Laughter and gold light poured out.

I felt it filling every crevice of my brain
And I smiled.
The thoughts were old friends,
That hugged me
And softened hard edges.

Memories flickered like movies:
A giant smile unlocked a flood of warmth,
That swelled under my eyelids.

I closed the door:
A switch had clicked,
The glow was gone.

A padlocked box burst open.
A herd of whispers pounded out
Stampeding through my mind.

I heard name-calling and anger,
Mixed with hushed secrets
That were whispered to me
In the empty netball court,
With crossed hearts
And crossed fingers.
    [post_title] => Crossed Hearts and Crossed Fingers
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Charlotte said: I really enjoyed this poem. Images like the light pouring out of the cupboard in the mind, and memories flickering like movies, are lovely and very effective. I also really liked the line about ‘a herd of whispers’, and the combination of ‘crossed hearts / And crossed fingers.’ The rhythm of the last stanza in particular is really lovely.
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            [wpcf-poem-award] => Winner, Performance poem challenge 2013
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Crossed Hearts and Crossed Fingers

Emerald Grimshaw

I opened the cupboard
At the back of my mind:
Laughter and gold light poured out.

I felt it filling every crevice of my brain
And I smiled.
The thoughts were old friends,
That hugged me
And softened hard edges.

Memories flickered like movies:
A giant smile unlocked a flood of warmth,
That swelled under my eyelids.

I closed the door:
A switch had clicked,
The glow was gone.

A padlocked box burst open.
A herd of whispers pounded out
Stampeding through my mind.

I heard name-calling and anger,
Mixed with hushed secrets
That were whispered to me
In the empty netball court,
With crossed hearts
And crossed fingers.