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    [post_content] => My skin is the sky, but I’m tearing apart at the seams; a plane leaves it’s mark, as a streaming stain of white dribbles from a cut, and then clots to make a cloud.
You lot thought you could just stitch me back up; fill in the cracks like the concrete tracks you use as plasters, to hide the scars and holes you’ve dug.
An exploding bomb becomes a birthmark-
try hiding that one.
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Joelle Taylor says: I loved this poem Jade. It is clear, concise and holds the sound of the poet’s voice beautifully. I can hear you speak it as I read. I particularly like the scar left by the plane across the skin of the sky imagery, and for me the strongest line is “fill in the cracks like the concrete tracks you use as plasters”. It voices the anger of the Earth counter-balanced with impotence and gentle sadness. It would be interesting to see what a longer version of the poem/ another poem written in the same character voice could bring. For example: explore further the notion of the Earth as a wronged woman (that is the voice I hear when I read it). I enjoyed the provocative nature of the poem , especially the ending “try hiding that one”. A great example of personification. Well done.
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            [content] => Jade Cuttle is a winner of the Young Poets Network 'No Man's Land' poetry challenge and the BBC Proms Poetry Competition. She won first prize in the Riddle Me This challenge and is the third-prize winner in the 19-25 age category in the End Hunger UK challenge on Young Poets Network. She was commended in the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2010 and 2012.

Jade is also a BBC Introducing poetic-folk songwriter, fusing metaphor with melody in her debut album ‘Leaves & Lovers’, alongside being Poet-in-Residence for Ilkley Literature Festival and an Emerging Poetry Critic at Ledbury Poetry Festival. www.jadecuttle.com
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Jade is also a BBC Introducing poetic-folk songwriter, fusing metaphor with melody in her debut album ‘Leaves & Lovers’, alongside being Poet-in-Residence for Ilkley Literature Festival and an Emerging Poetry Critic at Ledbury Poetry Festival. www.jadecuttle.com
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Skin

Jade Cuttle

My skin is the sky, but I’m tearing apart at the seams; a plane leaves it’s mark, as a streaming stain of white dribbles from a cut, and then clots to make a cloud.
You lot thought you could just stitch me back up; fill in the cracks like the concrete tracks you use as plasters, to hide the scars and holes you’ve dug.
An exploding bomb becomes a birthmark-
try hiding that one.