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    [post_content] => little wolf in grandma’s bonnet and dress
sways at an easy pace across pavement space,
a two-step beat for four tiny feet –

but then, under sudden lamplight,
splits at a stroke, turning into

two dancers, each looking to lead:
the first is keen to effect a pause

to worm for well-earned sustenance;
the other, unsure, tightens its grip,

quickens the trot, heading from spotlight
to
        scuttle… snuffle…   

language falls away like
         lace, the weight of human significance
                 breaks in mud, in darkness
    [post_title] => the writer comes across a hedgehog at midnight or the hedgehog comes across a writer
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Judge Jen Hadfield said: "This poem opens with an irresistible image, then unfolds like a puzzle ring. I appreciate that you allow a satisfying element of disorientation to persist. The poem has all the hallmarks of a dance with the wild: the witness agog, rapt, confused; language faltering...as if the hedgehog(s) were dancing with the writer." [wpcf-rights-information] => [wpcf-poem-award] => Highly Commended, Ways to be Wilder Challenge 2016 [wpcf_pr_belongs] => ) [poet_data] => stdClass Object ( [ID] => 17082 [forename] => [surname] => [title] => Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer [slug] => rosa-walling-wefelmeyer [content] => Rosa is highly commended  in the I Am the Universe challenge on Young Poets Network. She is also highly commended in the Ways to be Wilder Poetry Challenge, in association with People Need Nature. ) )
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the writer comes across a hedgehog at midnight or the hedgehog comes across a writer

Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer

little wolf in grandma’s bonnet and dress
sways at an easy pace across pavement space,
a two-step beat for four tiny feet –

but then, under sudden lamplight,
splits at a stroke, turning into

two dancers, each looking to lead:
the first is keen to effect a pause

to worm for well-earned sustenance;
the other, unsure, tightens its grip,

quickens the trot, heading from spotlight
to
        scuttle… snuffle…   

language falls away like
         lace, the weight of human significance
                 breaks in mud, in darkness