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    [post_content] => Between oceans lies the deserted Land of Decoration.

The book thief wanders these tomeless shores and resigns
to the forgetting time.

A life discarded,
a dismantled bike crumpled at the
bottom
of a cliff.

No trigger warning present. They are all alone here.

Untouched by urban lights,
the night rainbow is as expressive
as smoke and as reflective as mirrors.

Their reflection is five things:
Dark
Secret
Fragile
Calm
Deceived…

If the book thief could have read their ending, they
would have permanently postponed their journey.
But the chance to be a discoverer of an imaginary
world proved too enticing to ignore.

So they rode on a spring tide
of words to get here.
Refusing to believe there was more than this —
more to life than thieving and reading.

The promised new life had been storied.
This land of decoration was void of things. Void of life.
Now all the book thief has
is a collection of fragmented titles
from the stolen books they once read
when they were happy —
so carelessly happy.
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This found poem was created by borrowing the titles on Olivia's bookshelf including: The Light Between Oceans by M L Steadman, The Land of Decoration by Grace McCleen, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, The Forgetting Time by Sharon Guskin, A Life Discarded by Alexander Masters, Twelve Babies on a Bike by Dot May Dunn, Trigger Warning, Smoke and Mirrors (and) Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman, The Night Rainbow by Claire King, Out of the Dark by Linda Caine and Robin Rayston, Calm by Time Parks, Deceived With Kindness by Angelica Garnett, The Imaginary World of by Keri Smith, Spring Tide by Cilla and Rolf Börjlind, More Than This by Patrick Ness and the Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin.
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            [content] => Olivia is the third-prize winner of Bailey Blackburn's 2018 August challenge #2 on found poems on Young Poets Network, and the 2018 August challenge #1 on prose poems. She is also highly commended in the Young Poets Network Namedropping challenge with People Need Nature and Jen Hadfield.
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Void

Olivia Todd

Between oceans lies the deserted Land of Decoration.

The book thief wanders these tomeless shores and resigns
to the forgetting time.

A life discarded,
a dismantled bike crumpled at the
bottom
of a cliff.

No trigger warning present. They are all alone here.

Untouched by urban lights,
the night rainbow is as expressive
as smoke and as reflective as mirrors.

Their reflection is five things:
Dark
Secret
Fragile
Calm
Deceived…

If the book thief could have read their ending, they
would have permanently postponed their journey.
But the chance to be a discoverer of an imaginary
world proved too enticing to ignore.

So they rode on a spring tide
of words to get here.
Refusing to believe there was more than this —
more to life than thieving and reading.

The promised new life had been storied.
This land of decoration was void of things. Void of life.
Now all the book thief has
is a collection of fragmented titles
from the stolen books they once read
when they were happy —
so carelessly happy.